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Posted using PostyBirb", "writing": "The Dark of Winter\n\nBy: Red Rocktober\n\nMarry looked at the horizon, estimating how much time they had until the blizzard rolled in. The sun, so far free of the clouds' coverage, glinted off the polished black plastic of her eyes. Unless the wind really picked up, she had a few hours. Plenty of time to finish her rounds and make it back before it really started coming down. ``Lucky it was clear all morning,'' she thought, or they might not have had enough warning. As it was, they had seen the storm front and immediately set to prepping.\n\nWell, not quite immediately. The mega-Lopunny had spent some time tying up her daughter with the rope they had made from fibers harvested around their encampment. She had become quite adept at tying knots out of necessity for survival, but it translated well to their more intimate activities. Matilda had protested at first of course, but after a pair of hard slaps to each side of the face, the Cinderace stood quietly and allowed her mother to work. The sting in her cheeks was met with a rush of pleasure as her cunt started to ooze lubricant. Shortly her wrists were tied in front of her and her thick thighs were bound in a simple criss-cross pattern that dug into the soft rubbery ``flesh'' of her ass. Nothing to prevent her from attending to her duties, just enough to make it a challenge, potentially cause her to trip or drop the firewood every once in a while and curse her mother.\n\n``How is it coming?'' Marry asked, radioing back to her daughter.\n\nBefore Matilda could respond, however, Marry reached into her utility bag, turning the dial on a small controller all the way to the right. Instead of words, incoherent moaning came back through the radio, followed by a thud and the hollow sound of wood clattering. She grinned and started walking, following the subtle landmarks to the next trap on her list to check. After a dozen paces she turned the knob most of the way back to the left, bringing the vibrator she had left in her daughter back down to a low buzz.\n\n``I fuckxxxck hate you'' came her eventual response, interrupted by some static, though the message still came through quite clear.\n\n``Don't talk to your mother that way you stupid slut. Now get that firewood in the house or I will leave that fat ass of yours out to freeze when the blizzard hits.''\n\n``Yes, mother,'' she mewled, the bratty Cinderace enjoying the degradation.\n\n``There's a good girl,'' Marry replied, and she meant it. ``You know I couldn't leave you out for too long. Who would I tie down and sit on then?'' she continued, and though her words remained harsh her tone was warm.\n\nMarry trudged on, not too concerned about leaving tracks in the light snow that was already on the ground, knowing it would be completely covered before long. As she walked she kept fiddling with the vibrator's controller, knowing it was only making her daughter's job harder.\n\n``If I hear you drop the wood again,'' she warned through the radio, ``I will put a clamp on your clit and leave it for an hour for each time you do.''\n\nMatilda considered stumbling and dropping the small stack she was carrying just to earn that punishment. She decided against it, knowing that her mom was bound to cause her to do it eventually. The little pumps in the pokedoll's abdomen clicked over, oozing more lubricant from her silicone pussy as the vibrator continued to drive waves of pleasure through her body. She shuffled into the small shelter that the mother and daughter pair had called home for the last two years, legs only bending at the knees. She bent over carefully setting the half dozen split logs on the stack by the fireplace. As the wood tumbled off her outstretched arms, the sound covered up the noise of the door opening behind her.\n\nOut in the woods, Marry came to a trap, approaching cautiously so as not to accidentally trigger it. Looking up again she marked the closeness of the storm front, the wall of low gray clouds stretching across the entire sky. Her skin registered a drop in temperature, not yet enough to impact her but if she stayed out too long in it her servos would certainly begin to seize up. Fortunately she had good insulation, extra padding in her thighs, ass, and breasts not just giving her delicious curves but helping to protect her inner workings from temperature extremes. Returning to the task at hand she knelt down and examined the tripwire. She had clipped her long ears back, folding them at the white puffs so they didn't trail the ground and get in her way.\n\nFrowning, Marry noted that the tension in the trigger mechanism was overly tight. A light breeze could have set it off and sent a barrage of darts to fire impotently against a tree. Rummaging in her sack she pulled out a few tools and got to work, the lenses in her eyes rotating to zoom in. Adjusting a few set screws, she loosened the tension in the wire. Pausing for a moment she considered disabling it entirely, concerned that the weight of the snow could set it off. Shaking her head, her red eyes narrowed and focused back on her task, deciding that it would be better to keep it set, just at a low tension. Once her task was complete she stood, putting her tools back in their places and securing her bag.\n\n``Heading in, how's your progress'' she radioed to her daughter.\n\nThere was no response and she scowled.\n\n``You had better be done by the time I get back you lazy bitch. I knew I should have tied your hands behind you so you couldn't masturbate. You've got-'' she paused for a moment, doing a quick mental calculation, ``twenty minutes to finish, but if I find out you've been touching yourself I won't let you cum for a week. I'll be smell-checking your fingers, slut, and if you wash them off I'll assume that means you've been at it.''\n\nShe clicked off the radio but turned up the vibrator, deciding to leave it on max for the whole journey back to their shelter as punishment.\n\n``Stupid brat'' Marry mumbled to herself, ``maybe I won't let her cum anyway. She'd probably like that.''\n\nShe also thought about leaving the vibrator in her daughter for the week instead. Forcing orgasms could be as fun as denying them. Part of her hoped Matilda had been playing with herself; Marry enjoyed the scent of her daughter's pussy, though she could always smell it directly if it wasn't on the Cinderace's fingers.\n\nClearing her head she returned her focus to her immediate surroundings. She needed to keep one red eye out for intruders and one on the ground to make sure she didn't lose her footing and potentially damage herself and get trapped out when the blizzard hit. The hydraulics in her legs were working overtime to keep her steady. Already the clouds were overhead and the flakes were falling. Visibility was dropping as quickly as the temperature and she needed to get home. At last Marry broke through the tree-line and into the clearing surrounding their shelter. Though the snow was now falling heavily enough that she couldn't see the wooden front of their home itself, she could see the faint glow of lanterns through the translucent plastic square that served as their window.\n\nGrinning and looking forward to a few days forced inside with her daughter, she was already scheming of the ways she would use and abuse the Cinderace's body. Her ass practically twitched, craving the younger woman's tongue buried up her backside. Marry took two steps out from the trees and stopped as a quiet crunch of snow behind her got her attention.\n\nShe wasn't fast enough. A searing pain shot through her, centered on her lower back, an accurate jab that had pierced a seam between two plastic plates. Crying out she started to spin, reaching into her bag for her own knife. Marry felt the blade withdraw from her body, self-repair systems kicking in to send sealant to the split in her chocolate-brown skin. It hadn't hit any critical systems, serving only to inflect pain without real injury. \n\nMarry paused and quickly assessed her situation. Their hideout had been found, an unknown attacker having managed to approach unnoticed, bypassing their traps. Presumably this wraith was why her daughter had stopped responding on the radio. And now she was crippled, though not entirely out of the fight. There was a moment of panic as she worried her daughter might be more than just incapacitated, but panic wouldn't protect them. Despite the low temperature, cooling vanes in her skull still opened as her processors overclocked themselves, cranking the gain on her ears and eyes so high in an attempt to detect her attacker that they almost became overwhelmed with noise. Head on a swivel, she was ready for anything.\n\nShe was not as ready as she thought. Out of the swirling snowflakes a pair of enormous leather-clad breasts emerged, followed by the rest of a curvaceous Gardevoir, her wide hips rivaling Marry's. Arousal now fought for dominance in Marry's mind, pushing out the anger at having been caught unawares. She took in the sight of the woman, towering over her as she knelt. The leather tightly wrapped her entire body except a few strategic spots designed to allow access to the Gardevoir's body, the white skin a sharp contrast to the black leather.\n\nHips swaying as she took the last few steps to close the distance, surprisingly nimble in the deepening snow and her high heels, the Gardevoir grinned. Marry waited, eyes only momentarily distracted by the soft pink nipples and even softer, pinker pussy lips visible through the cutouts in the woman's outfit. Her focus was on the Gardevoir's eyes, trying to get a read on her next move.\n\nMarry was only barely successful. Without being completely aware of it, she picked up on the tensing muscles, the shift in her attacker's eyes as they honed in on their target. She leapt backwards, almost matching the Gardevoir's lunge forward, except her heel caught on a stone buried in the snow and she stumbled. Going down on one knee, she caught herself, but not quick enough to avoid the incoming blade. If she hadn't moved it likely would have ended up in her chest. As it was, it buried to the hilt in her left thigh, easily piercing the plastic plating and severing the wires below.\n\nWhere before her vision was primarily white from the snow, for a moment it was completely blank as the pain overwhelmed her circuits. She screamed, more of a primal roar, as much anger as injury. For a few seconds she was frozen, trying desperately to shunt the damage signals into unused circuits so she could think clearly again.\n\nWith another scream she pulled the knife out of her leg. When she grabbed the hilt, a jolt shot up her arm. Her hand had completed the circuit interrupted by the knife, its metal blade conducting power from the wires it had severed. Shuddering, she yanked it free and broke the circuit. Now one in each hand, she considered her next move.\n\nThe interloper was close - close enough Marry could smell not only the woman's sex but that of her own daughter, likely coming from the Gardevoir's hands or face - and Marry took her chance. Swinging both arms out and forward, she aimed to plant a knife in each of her adversary's admittedly luscious thighs.\n\nShe thought it was her chance, anyway. Her wrists both met a sudden stop before they hit their target.\n\n``Well now, that's no way to greet your new Mistress, is it?'' the Gardevoir asked, voice low and sultry.\n\nMarry grunted, struggling to free her hands from the firm grip that had them locked. She felt a twinge of pain as thumbs shifted to press against the connectors in her wrists, Grunting, she was forced to drop both knives, the blades landing in the accumulating snow with a soft crunch. Her eyes widened as she was yanked forwards, Her face landed square into the Gardevoir's crotch, the soft pussy lips wet against her own lips. She couldn't help her reaction. Instinctively her tongue pressed outwards, probing into the folds for the clit, unable to stop herself from eating a delicious pussy when presented with it.\n\n``Mm, your tongue's as good as that foxy pet of yours. Sorry to have jumped you like that. I apparently didn't plan well for a blizzard when I set out from Willamette, so I needed somewhere to hunker down. Lucky me I found your little hovel, and even luckier still you two look like fun.''\n\nThe woman reached down and helped heave Marry to her feet.\n\n``Come on then, let's get you back inside so you ladies can serve me properly.''\n\nHolding on to Marry's side, she helped the Lopunny into the little cabin beneath its rocky overhang, the front wooden but the remainder set back into a cliff face. It ensured there was only one direction of approach and that it stayed a fairly stable temperature year-round. Marry had thought it offered them sufficient protection, but she was rethinking that position.\n\n-\n\nOnce inside, Marry moaned, taking in the sight of her daughter. There in the middle of the small space that was their living room and kitchen, separated from their shared bedroom by little more than a curtain, was the curvy Cinderace. She was bound and gagged, the rope around her wrists hitched to a hook mounted in the overhanging rock ceiling. Where before her legs had been tied together, now each ankle was tied off to the sides, spreading them. To Matilda's right, the rope led off to the small table that was their only dining surface. To her left, the rope was tied off to one of the large metal staples half-buried in the dirt of their hearth that served as a grate for firewood. Aside from the rope and the ball gag strapped to her face, there wasn't a stitch of clothing on her,\n\nMarry never tired of that view, her girl's big breasts a beautiful pear shape, the bright orange plastic of her thick thighs still retaining their factory-fresh shine. ``Though the view from behind is just as good, honestly'' Marry thought, not needing to see those round buttocks with her eyes to be able to see it in her mind. After a moment, eyes quickly adjusting their apertures to account for the change in brightness in their shelter, she noticed that Matilda was shuddering, body wracked with micro-convulsions. It didn't take long to spot the source of the quakes. The vibrator was still jammed completely into Matilda's pussy, and since Marry hadn't had the chance to adjust the controller it would still be set at max.\n\n``Oh, good girl,'' she praised her daughter, ``that must be so much for you.''\n\nMatilda heard, but even if she hadn't been gagged, she would have struggled to respond. The inputs from her ears were muted, overwhelmed by the pleasure signals from her pussy. Her sexual unit was working hard to keep up, occasionally sending a burst of electricity in the wrong direction as the intense vibrations continued assaulting her cunt. She was practically locked in a state of micro-orgasm, but years of practice with her mother had trained her well and she did not make a sound. Not a muffled moan nor stifled squeak could be heard from behind the gags. What could be heard, however, was the rhythmless staccato of her joint motors clicking as they tried to move, thwarted by both the rope as well as the conflicting signals caused by her continuous ecstasy.\n\n``I suppose introductions are in order, then,'' the Gardevoir said, helping Marry to a chair. ``I'm Valentine, though you will call me Mistress.''\n\n``Marry,'' she said, the pain of both stabs still echoing through her circuits, burst packets reigniting their electrical pathways to repeatedly alert her to the damage. ``And that is Matilda.''\n\n``I did find your toy collection, very nice. I can tell the gag is a favorite; so many teeth marks. I have more than a few of my own that I think you will enjoy,'' she said with a grin, gesturing to a black satchel by the door. ``I was on my way to a job, but I suppose if I must be stuck at least I shall have some entertainment.'' Mistress V absently rubbed her right nipple, exposed as it was through the cutout in her leather catsuit. ``How long do you think the blizzard will keep us in?''\n\n``Well,'' Marry said slowly, looking out of the window and thinking back to past winters. ``It's always hard to know for sure, If it stops snowing by the morning I'd give it a week before travel is safe.''\n\nHer own system was still a little sluggish from being out in the cold. V seemed to be handling it better, likely due to having some clothing on, even if it did have cutouts.\n\n``Well with that out of the way, I think it's time you start your service. Why don't you turn the girl down so she can enjoy this as well.''\n\nMarry didn't know what ``this'' was, though she was certainly interested in finding out. The buxom Gardie was certainly attractive, and if her gear was as good as she said, Marry suspected the domme wouldn't take much convincing to work Matilda over together. Reaching into her bag she dialed the vibrator down to its lowest setting, met with an audible whine from Matilda as her circuitry finally calmed down.\n\nThe bound pokedoll shuddered as she stopped orgasming for the first time in at least fifteen minutes. Her vision returned, no longer overloaded with sexual stimulation, allowing her processor to re-prioritize other sensory input. Somewhere she thought she had heard her mom give her a ``good girl,'' but the moment was lost. As her wits returned, she remembered where she was, tied and teased in her own home by a dominant Gardevoir. Squinting, she saw the leather-clad woman step up to her mom, shoving a breast in Marry's face.\n\nMatilda moaned, a soft pleasure rolling through her from the low level vibrations, enjoying the show of her mother sucking this Gardevoir's tit. She would have bitten her lip if she could. Her teeth shifted on the ball gag emitting the quiet sound of plastic grinding on plastic. It was rare for her to see her mom in the more subservient role and it was certainly arousing. She continued to watch as the Gardevoir stood there, one hand on her hip, looking down at Marry. Matilda still hadn't noticed her mother's injury. She was focused on watching Marry wrap her lips around one pointed nipple and then another. Quiet suckling noises filled the room.\n\n``Perhaps,'' Marry said, leaning back and looking up at Val, ``you and I can work my daughter over to-''\n\n``Your daughter,'' Valentine exclaimed, interrupting Marry. ``Mm, it's been a while since I've worked with family. This really was quite the lucky find for me.\n\n-\n\nMarry wasn't about to let the damage to her leg stop her from playing with her daughter. She was a little unsteady as she stood, the Lopunny's leg grinding as the gearing worked hard to compensate for the damage Valentine had done. Valentine strutted over to her bag, heels thudding quietly on the swept dirt floor. The women couldn't help but turn and stare as Val bent over, the black leather accentuating the bright white synthetic skin of her round ass, visible through a cutout in her outfit. Her thick cheeks spread just enough to give the barest glimpse of her exhaust port, causing Marry and Matilda both to breathe heavy. Matilda especially longed to push her tongue deep inside, to have those luscious mounds engulfing her face.\n\nAfter a moment she straightened back up and walked back towards the other two, holding a few implements in her hands. Valentine held out her left hand with what looked like a piece of a hardback book, a long rectangular strip that had been cut to narrow at one end and was wrapped in electrical tape for a handle. Marry took it with a grin, giving the inside of her arm a few light smacks, testing its weight and flex. It would make a good paddle. In her right, Vale had a bit of toothpick with a small square of leather attached to the end, a riding crop.\n\n``I prefer to hear my girls, honestly. Their curses are just encouragement.''\n\nValentine reached around Matilda's head and unclasped the gag. She let it fall to the floor with a soft thud. Placing the tongue of her crop under the bound pokedoll's chin, she looked down into Matilda's eyes.\n\n``What is your name?''\n\n``Matilda.''\n\nWith a quiet smack, she tapped Matilda's cheek with the leather tongue.\n\n``No. Try again.''\n\nMatilda's brows furrowed. She understood what was being asked, but she was torn between degrading herself or being a brat and forcing this buxom dominatrix to do it. Brattiness won out.\n\n``Boss babe'' she said with a smirk.\n\nValentine flicked her wrist, delivering a much harder smack to Matilda's cheek and eliciting a yelp. She also knew it was exactly what the Cinderace wanted, but she was more than happy to oblige. It was all part of the play.\n\n``Try. Again.''\n\nMatilda wasn't ready to give in. She wanted to push the domme and in turn be pushed.\n\n``Um, princess?'' she said, cocking her head to the side.\n\nWith a quick motion, Val brought her hand around and swatted Matilda's other cheek. This time the girl moaned, the sharp stings providing a delicious pain to contrast the warm pleasure still rolling up from the vibrator in her cunt. Though she wanted more, she decided not to push too hard too quickly. Valentine's voice was stern, but there was no anger behind it. She would likely take a lot to push into a rashly violent response. The doll had to make a quick decision on what self-degrading term the domme might want her to use.\n\n``My name is `Slut','' she finally said, biting her lip and throwing her shoulders from side to side as much as the restraints would allow, giving her heavy breasts a little shimmy.\n\n``Perhaps you're not as dumb as you look,'' Valentine remarked. ``Were you lost in your orgasm or did you hear me speaking to your mother earlier?'' she asked, emphasizing the relationship between the two pokedolls. ``Good, then what is my name?'' she asked after Marry nodded.\n\n``Bitch.'' Marry replied with confidence.\n\nTaking a small step back, the leather-clad Gardevoir brought the crop around in a hard swing. Her aim was impeccable, the little leather square at its end landing exactly on the hyper-sensitive rubber nubbin that was Matilda's clit. Marry moaned, enjoying watching the dominatrix work, breaking her daughter down. Matilda squealed, her vision momentarily flickering as the blend of signals coming from her cunt overwhelmed her processing. If she hadn't been tied up to the ceiling she would have collapsed on the floor. Val grabbed Matilda by her cheeks, thumb and forefinger digging into the same spots she had just stung with the crop, and stared directly into her eyes.\n\n``I will only say this once. You may call me `ma'am,' `Mistress,' and `Mistress Valentine.' Is that clear?''\n\n``Nnf. Yes Mistress'' she gasped out.\n\nThe authority inherent in Valentine's voice almost seemed like it carried an override code, finally forcing Matilda to submit. Once she had, Val pressed the crop's tongue against her clit again, though this time it was gentle pressure, rubbing it in little circles. The Cinderace shook, the pressure intensifying the pleasure already emanating from her crotch.\n\n``There's a good slut,'' Val cooed. ``I reward my girls when they behave. Now then, Marry, perhaps you'd like to step around and get her ass warmed up for me? I'm going to work over her front for a bit, I think.''\n\nHolding the homemade paddle in her hand, Marry hobbled around behind her daughter. As she positioned herself behind the curvy doll, she appreciated Val's handiwork, the way it forced her daughter's legs apart. Something that hadn't been obvious from the front, Valentine had positioned her so that the center of Matilda's mass was behind the ceiling hook, forcing her to bend at the waist and lean forward. This had the pleasant affect of causing the fox's ample ass to stick out. It made for a very tempting target.\n\n``Eyes on me, Slut. Don't worry about what your mother is doing. I'm sure mommy would never hurt her little girl, would she?'' Val asked, staring hard into Matilda's eyes.\n\nThe gaze was intense, Matilda almost thought she could feel electricity shooting out of the Gardevoir's eyes. Contrary to Val's words, she knew of course that her mother not only could but would hurt her. Marry probably wouldn't go so far as to shut her down, but even that was just ``probably.'' With the two of them exiled, it had been so long since they had a third to play with. She loved the additional stimulation, the knowledge that pleasure and pain could be inflicted simultaneously.\n\nthwack\n\nMarry had lined up, pulled her arm back, and delivered a blow to her daughter's ass, the pokedoll's soft buttocks deforming with the impact. She held the paddle firm, following through with her strike, before pulling it back and enjoying the momentary imprint visible in Matilda's butt. Despite the signals of pain racing through her system, the motors in her joints whined as their instinct-driven attempt to pull away from the blow was met with counter-commands locking down brakes. She had been trained well and didn't flinch. The Lopunny set to smacking Matilda's butt with the paddle in a methodical rhythm, filling their little shelter with the smacking sounds of the toy impacting the doll's voluptuous ass, its round rubber cheeks supple and yielding to the blows.\n\nIn front of her, Valentine picked up a coil of rope from the floor. She had found numerous lengths of it and set them out. The pair had plenty, using it for more than just their play. She began to wrap the rough rope around Matilda's breasts, Val looped it several times around one before doing the same to the other, compressing the pair of massive milkers. It strained the elastomers in Matilda's skin and forced several of the wires inside into close contact, electricity occasionally overcoming the thin insulation to short out, sending signals up the wrong pathways. Matilda enjoyed the tingling sensation it was creating, her nipples stiffening in response. Reaching up, Valentine tied off the rope to the same hook that the doll's wrists were attached to, pulling her up and forward even more.\n\nWith a trio of light pops, Val tapped Matilda's left nipple with the riding crop, gauging her response. The Cinderace moaned, her nipple more sensitive for being tied. She was getting smacked on both sides and the cacophony of sensations driving her wild.\n\n``Does that feel good, Slut?'' Val asked, repeating the three taps on the other nipple.\n\n``Yes, Mistress,'' she said, still keeping her gaze locked on Val's as she had not yet been released from the order to keep her eyes on the domme.\n\n``Is that because you're a filthy pain-slut, Slut?'' she asked, her tone somehow able to convey the difference between each use of `slut,' the second clearly a name rather than an adjective.\n\n``Yes Mistress. Hurt me more.''\n\nWithout even communicating, both women stopped what they were doing, as though they had planned it. Matilda whined when the next swat from her mother's paddle didn't come, when the tongue of the crop hovered an inch above her nipple instead of sending another sting through her body.\n\n``I don't think you've properly understood who's in charge here, slut.'' Again, it was clear it was an epithet.\n\nThe older pokedolls had had enough experience with brats to know that the worst punishment of all was often to withhold punishment. They provoked to get a reaction, depriving them of that was usually the quickest way to break them. Val reached between Matilda's legs, taking hold of the vibrator that was still buried in the fox-bot's cunt. She began to withdraw it, feeling the resistance of Matilda's tight sex unit gripping the buzzing plastic rod.\n\n``Ahh- please. Please, I'm sorry Mistress, Mommy,'' she said, directing her apology to the both of them. ``Please hurt me more. I'm just a big pain slut, I need you to hurt me.'' she mewled, begging for them to resume their work.\n\nWith a nod of satisfaction, Val let go of the vibrator, the little buzzer slipping back into Matilda's pussy, her lips and inner thighs coated with her own lubrication. Behind her, Marry reared back and swung hard like she was batting for the fences. This time Matilda did yelp and buck forwards, unable to keep completely still against the force of the blow. Valentine began to really work over her front, popping her with the crop at random times and spots, preventing her from ever anticipating the next hit. One moment Valentine would gently rub the cool leather against the top of the Cinderace's swollen white-skinned breast, the next she had popped the doll's calf, causing he to try to pull her foot away but meeting the restraint of the rope. A light, almost tickling tap on Matilda's thigh, then she deftly flipped the crop around and struck the girl's stomach with the handle as though it were a cane.\n\nSatisfied that her daughter was warmed up, Marry set the paddle down and hobbled into their sleeping space, ducking behind the curtain divider and quickly returning with a bottle of lube and a suction-mounted dildo that was almost as big as her forearm. Though Matilda registered the lack of spanks, she had no idea what was coming. Her eyes had remained fixed on Val, her focus on the mixture of feelings that the Gardevoir was delivering with the crop, playing her body like an instrument. Her eyes widened, however, when she felt a thick cylinder begin to slide between her cheeks.\n\nThe firm rubber cock pressed against her anal ring, stationary for only a moment before it overcame the resistance from the Cinderace's tight tailhole. Once the tip was inside, Marry didn't hold back and thrust forward, wide hips slamming hard into her daughter's plush tush with a smack. She put one hand on Matilda's waist and with the other she gathered the doll's velvet ears and tugged. Steadying herself so she didn't have too much weight on her damaged leg, she began rocking her pelvis forward, thrusting the dildo suctioned to her crotch into her daughter's behind with a rhythmic motion.\n\nVal started focusing her attentions on the slut's pussy, slapping Matilda's clit with her crop, each swat landing with uncanny precision. She matched her timing to Marry's, the sharp sting corresponding to the waves of heat coming from Matilda's ass as the big dildo stretched her body, the bending plastics and rubbers warming up as they were deformed beyond their design specs. Once Val had the motion locked in, committing it to a subroutine, her arm moved without her active input, rotating at the shoulder and swinging the crop in a cycle. Swat, hold, withdraw, repeat. She leaned down, taking one of Matilda's nipples into her mouth, sucking on it, rolling it between her lips, gently biting at it before doing the same to the other tit.\n\nMatilda's awareness was collapsing in on itself as the women overstimulated her. Everything was an intoxicating blend of pleasure and pain. From her asshole, the delicious sensation of fullness was coupled with internal warning alarms of damage as her hole was stretched to its limits and the cabling and hydraulic tubing in her abdomen was shoved around by the massive toy cock. From between her legs came the persistent buzzing of the vibrator, continuously sending waves of pleasure up from her crotch. The stings from Val's crop were causing her clit to become a little numb, the pain dulling a little with each strike. And from her tits, Valentine's soft lips and licks were interspersed with sporadic jolts from the nips and bites.\n\nAny of these wouldn't have been enough to get her off on their own, but in tandem it was quickly becoming too much. Her eyes were open but they didn't see much as her controller reduced power to anything it deemed non-essential input. Marry knew her daughter well and could see the younger doll's body beginning to go slack, held up by the rope around her wrists. Matilda's white tuft of a tail was wiggling, practically vibrating along with the toy in her cunt. Though Valentine had never seen the girl's climax, she was a competent enough mistress to know the signs.\n\nThe smell of ozone filled the air as Matilda's circuits overloaded, the current breaking down insulation and arcing between wires. Her mouth opened but no sound came out and her body went completely slack as she came, overwhelmed with ecstasy. She nearly blacked out and her pussy clamped down on the vibrator so hard that she pushed it out, dropping to the floor with a thud. Marry thrust forward one last time, burying the dildo in her daughter's ass and holding it there.\n\nVal stopped hitting the Cinderace with her crop and stood up, looking the doll up and down, enjoying the results of her handiwork. She waited patiently as indicator lights flickered and Matilda slowly came completely back online. The girl looked up, locking eyes once more with the grinning Gardevoir.\n\n``Very good, Slut. I think I'll make plenty of use of you. Yes, you'll do just fine.''\n\n-\n\nThe morning light was bright through the translucent plastic sheet of their front window, made all the brighter by the layer of snow outside, reflecting the sunlight. It had been several days since the blizzard passed through, and the three pokedolls still couldn't leave their little shelter built into the rocky overhang. The snow had drifted against the wall, its weight preventing them from opening the door. Soft pops emanated from the fireplace, a single log still burning. It glowed red, hot spots smoldering without flame.\n\nMarry and Valentine sat at the little table in the hovel's cramped kitchen and dining space, watching as Matilda shuffled about the cottage, getting firewood from their stored pile and stacking it in the fireplace over the last log. They didn't say anything as she worked, but both women were casually playing with their clits as they watched. Matilda knew her place, swinging her wide hips as she walked from one end of the room to the other, making a show of bending at the waist to spread her cheeks, her thighs, exposing her holes to them. Once she had a few fresh logs positioned in the fireplace, she got down on all fours.\n\nBending her chest low and arching her back, she stuck her round ass up in the air. Her white tail high, she presented her asshole to the women while she worked. She was practically inviting one of them to spank her or take her, fucking her while she tried to complete her chore. Taking a deep breath, she blew into the fireplace, fanning the embers, coaxing them to life. Before long she had worked them up to a crackling flame, the heat immediately filling the room.\n\n``Well well, you do have more than one use, Slut,'' Valentine said, nodding appreciatively.\n\nStretching, she could feel her joints loosening as lubricants came up to operating temps. She slid a finger into her pussy as she stared appreciatively at Matilda's little puckered ring. She had considered getting a plug and flogger out and going to town on the girl, but decided that withholding what the brat wanted might be more satisfying. The angry pout on Matilda's face made it exactly that.\n\nValentine wordlessly pointed to the floor in front of her then turned to face Marry, discussing the trio's needs for the day. Matilda followed the unspoken command, walking over and kneeling in front of Val, immediately leaning forward and planting her face between the Gardevoir's thighs, lapping at Valentine's pussy.\n\n``I think our main need is power,'' Marry said, easily speaking over the soft slurps and sucking noises coming from beneath the table. ``We've got plenty of fruit to last the winter, we just need to process more of it. We hadn't expected a third, so the e-sips we've got on hand won't last.''\n\nVal nodded, her hand slipping below the table to grab Matilda's head and push harder into her crotch. She was more than willing to help with that, especially since she had been feeling a little sluggish already, her own batteries a bit drained after being stuck inside for days. She hadn't brought any spare power-packs, having expected to be at her destination already.\n\n``Then, once Slut is done with her task here, we'll get started,'' Val said, leaning back in her chair.\n\nShe wrapped her legs around Matilda's head, motors whirring as she squeezed her thighs tight. Marry looked on, playing with herself as the moans from the pair got louder. She enjoyed watching her daughter serve another woman, though her own needs were feeling a tad neglected. Determined to rectify that once they had increased their power reserves, she settled in to work herself off as she watched.\n\n-\n\nMarry squatted behind her daughter, the mega-Lopunny's hands deftly tying Matilda's wrists behind her back, binding them to her ankles. There were soft clinks and rustling as Valentine pulled various tools and metal implements out of her bag and lay them out on the table. Matilda was staring at her defiantly as she knelt on the floor, arms pulled behind her body, the steel balls in her shoulder joints straining at their sockets. There was a dent in her cheek plate where Val had punched her, finally fed up with having to wrestle her to the ground. After her willing service that morning, Matilda had felt particularly insubordinate when Marry ordered her to kneel. The damage indicators from the blow were still active, a pleasant reminder of her punishment. She wasn't exactly sure what the women had planned for her, but based on the smile on her mother's face, she knew it was going to hurt and she was going to love it.\n\nOnce Matilda's wrists were tied back to her ankles, Marry ran a length of rope up to her daughter's ears, yanking the Cinderace's head back and looping the twisted fibers around them a few times. Her body was forced into an arch, neck exposed and heavy breasts forward and out. She grimaced, fighting back the programmed panic as her softest, most vulnerable areas were exposed. The vulnerability added to her excitement. She didn't think her mother would go for a complete shutdown, but she also wouldn't put it past her. Val remained a little bit of an unknown. What were her limits?\n\nMarry stood and walked around in front of her daughter. Though Matilda's head was pulled so far back, she looked down her nose at her mother's crotch right at head-height. She licked her lips, hoping perhaps her mom would park that pussy on her face for a bit. Marry turned around and backed up, giving Matilda just a moment to bite her lip and moan in anticipation before her face was surrounded by the brown-skinned cheeks of her mother's enormous ass.\n\nBending over, Marry pressed her butt hard against her daughter's face, bucking her hips a bit and riding the girl's tongue. Val finished getting her tools out and nodded to Marry, indicating she was ready. The pokedoll straightened up, pulling her ass off Matilda's face with a wet sound.\n\n``How's that taste, Slut,'' she asked, turning around.\n\n``Like ass,'' Matilda replied.\n\nsmack\n\n``I said how does that taste, Slut,'' Marry asked again after slapping her hard across the face.\n\nThis time she didn't respond at all. After a second her view was filled with the sight of her mother's face, Marry's pink irises glowing bright against her black sclera. Matilda's mouth opened and her gasp was cut short as she felt a hand on her throat, her mother's firm grip squeezing her voicebox.\n\n``You love eating my ass don't you?''\n\n``Nngk'' was all she could manage to get out against the choking hand.\n\n``I asked you a question. You love eating your mom's ass, don't you?''\n\n``Nkkgn-'' her mouth moved to form the word and she hissed out a barely-audible ``yesss.''\n\nShe gasped the moment she felt the pressure on her throat release. Her pussy was dripping. ``If that's how this starts, I can't wait to see where it goes,'' she thought to herself.\n\n``Now then, Slut,'' Val said, stepping forward and into her view, ``I think it's time we gave you a little something to show just how slutty you are.''\n\nThere was something shiny in her hand, shiny and small. Matilda couldn't quite make it out.\n\n``What do you think about that?''\n\n``Yes, Mistress,'' Matilda replied, eager for whatever Val had in mind.\n\nMarry grabbed a pair of tweezers and got a small chunk of smoldering charcoal out from the fireplace and brought it over to them. She held it out, the heat starting to conduct up through the tweezers they used as fire tongs. Val pressed the tip of the shiny something against the glowing ember, holding it there until its tip was also glowing. She knelt in front of Matilda, holding it up so the girl could see what it was.\n\nHer eyes went wide when she realized it was a needle, the tip now blackened from the char and cooled just enough to stop glowing. She braced herself for the impending pain. It wasn't enough.\n\n``Nnyyyaaaahhhh'' she cried out as Val pushed the needle slowly through her right nipple.\n\nIt wasn't dull, but it definitely wasn't sharp enough to properly pierce. Matilda could feel the metal tearing through the rubber of her nipple instead of making a clean hole. The pain was intense, but more than just hurting her it was the sign of ownership that was driving her wild. The fact that Val was modifying her body, damaging and altering it to suit her own aesthetic desires was an overwhelming intimacy. She gasped as the needle finally passed all the way through, stretching a hole open in the eraser-nub of a nipple. Her areola crinkled up and the nipple stiffened even more as cold steel slipped in behind it, the temperature change a temporary shock.\n\nShe wanted to look down, to see what jewelry Val had installed, but the ropes tying her ears to her wrists kept her from tilting her head forward. Matilda reasoned with herself that it would be better for her to wait until the other was in anyway and she could see the pair. Val's movements were visible in her peripheral vision, and then-\n\n``FFFFUCK'' she screamed when the needle tore through her other nipple.\n\nHer sight flickered for a moment as her core cycled through inputs, shutting down overwhelmed circuits in a move of self-preservation. It only lasted a moment before she could once again feel her tits. Though only her nipples had been pierced, the pain radiated out through the rest of her sizable breasts.\n\n``That looks pretty good, don't you think?'' Val mused, appreciating the contrast of the shining metal barbells against the black synthetic skin of Matilda's chest. ``It's much more obvious that you're a slut now. And the really nice thing about pierced nipples is it makes them so much more sensitive.''\n\nAlmost before she finished talking, she grabbed them both and twisted, the jewelry giving her more leverage and grip. Matilda opened her mouth but no sound came out. This time she did black out, two hard jets of her girlcum squirting out of her pussy and into the dirt of their earthen floor as the pain overwhelmed her circuits. Her mother had played with clamps before, but this was a new and entirely unexpected sensation. Val had not expected that strong a reaction, but she was pleased. Letting go, she got up and stood next to Marry, the women admiring Val's handiwork.\n\n``I can't believe I didn't think to do this before. Not that we've had access to jewelry for it in a long time, but we could have made something work.''\n\nVal just nodded in response, waiting to see how Matilda reacted once she came to. They didn't have to wait long. Matilda's entire body started shaking, currents of pain still roiling through her.\n\n``Th-thank you- Mistress Val,'' she managed to get out.\n\nTaking stock of her body, there was a tightness in her nipples, the skin stretched by the metal bars through them. It wasn't unpleasant, and she took a moment to focus on it, really enjoy the feeling. Moving her attentions lower, she realized the insides of her thighs were sticky and wet. ``Oh fuck, I came from that didn't I?'' she thought to herself. ``Mom's so gonna use that against me. I can't wait. Oh, mom...''\n\n``Mistress, mother? I have a request.''\n\n``What is it, Slut?'' Val replied.\n\n``I would like you to give me a piercing too, mom. To show that you own me.''\n\nMarry moaned at the request.\n\n``Your submission is delicious, darling. Hm. Ask Mistress Val if she has any rings, and if she will let you have them,'' Marry instructed her daughter.\n\n``Mistress Val, do you have any rings with you?'' Matilda asked, wondering where her mom would put them. And how many she intended to use.\n\n``I do,'' Val responded, answering only what she was asked and nothing more.\n\n``May I have them?''\n\n``Beg better, Slut.''\n\nMatilda grinned. The piercing had merely whetted her appetite for pain.\n\n``Not like you'll find a better bitch to use them on,'' she sniped.\n\nVal took three steps over and bent down, flicking Matilda's right nipple. The Cinderace yelped, her tits still overly sensitive from the piercing. Valentine took hold of the left.\n\n``Try again, Slut,''\n\n``Oh, Mistress Val, please will you let mommy put your rings in me?'' she asked again, her voice overly saccharine and exaggerated.\n\nVal twisted, not as hard as she had the first time, just enough to elicit a hiss from Matilda.\n\n``Last chance. Try again, and if I don't like how you beg I will rip these new piercings right out of your tits.''\n\n``Nnng, shit. Ah- Mistress Val, I need them. I need your needle in me, I need my mom to own me. Please, fuck. Please let her pierce me.''\n\nValentine let go, satisfied with the genuine lust and desire she heard in Matilda's voice.\n\n``There's a good slut,'' she said, walking over to pull a small plastic case out of her bag.\n\nShe held it out to Marry who took it and opened it, sifting around through the assorted jewelry. She got out a set of 4 matching rings, stainless steel but with tiny red gems that matched Matilda's fiery nature. Marry walked over to Matilda and placed a foot on the girl's chest, shoving her back hard so she fell over, unable to stop herself in her bound state. She yelped when she hit, thankful that their floor wasn't any harder or her braincase might have dented.\n\n``Lift your legs, girl. Mommy's going to put these in a very special place.''\n\nOf course, Matilda couldn't lift her legs. They were still tied to her wrists, and they were tied back under her. Marry grabbed her ankles and yanked them up, finally popping Matilda's shoulders completely out of their sockets with a loud snap. There was a quiet sizzling as well as a few wires broke, exposed in the open joints.\n\nMarry bent down and got to work, using Valentine's needle to run four symmetrical holes through her daughter's labia, putting a ring through each one. Matilda came from the third piercing, orgasm rolling through the fourth, her cum coating her mom's hands. Once she had the rings in, she followed Val's lead and gave the girl's cunt a slap, giving her another orgasm. It wasn't as intense as her nipples, her labia overall less sensitive.\n\n``What a pretty pussy,'' Marry commented, standing up and looking at the little red sparkles between her daughter's legs. ``Once Miss Val has moved on, I'll tie those off and lock that little cunt up for myself.''\n\nMatilda moaned, reveling in the sense of ownership that gave her. She would hate having something blocking her entrance, but giving even greater control of it to her mom was its own bliss. Not to mention having the piercings down there would probably make dildos and vibrators feel even better. She couldn't wait to find out.\n\n-\n\nMarry grabbed Matilda's ankle and shoved, giving the girl a spin as she hung suspended from the bolts in the stone roof. The Lopunny smiled, watching the little red gems in Matilda's pussy piercings glint as she rotated. She had awoken that morning to her mom sitting on her face while Valentine hogtied her, arms and legs straight up in the air. She hadn't wanted her mother to get up, happily tonguing both holes as Val did her work, not resisting. They had dragged her from her bed and across the floor before hoisting her up and tying her like a roast to the ceiling.\n\nAfter letting her go around a few times, Marry stopped her spin, head pointed towards where Val was finishing up lubricating a double-ended dildo. Matilda watched as her mother walked over and sat down on the ground, spreading her legs, gently fingering herself to trigger her sex unit's pumps, slippery lube oozing from her pussy.\n\n``Don't look away,'' Val instructed her. ``Watch your mommy fucking this pussy I know you want so badly.''\n\nMatilda smirked, knowing Mistress thought it would pain her to see her mom getting to take what she wanted, but it was far from the first time.\n\n``Whatever, she's cucked me before,'' Matilda chimed in. ``Don't use me as your excuse to be a ho.''\n\nValentine's eyes flashed.\n\n``Sent me pics of her fucking my girlfriend while I was on a damn job, the hussy. At least now I get to see it happening, it's not even nearly as -'' she continued on, knowing she was digging herself deeper.\n\nThe Gardevoir obliged her provocations, standing and walking over to the suspended doll. She gave the curvy bitch a quick jab in the side with her hand, electromotors ramming it into the soft gap between two abdominal plates and stretching them apart.\n\n``That shut you up, didn't it, Slut?'' she asked, the searing pain indeed overriding Matilda's speech circuits for a moment. ``Now, you'll be a good girl and watch Mistress and mommy get laid, won't you.'' It was a command, not a question.\n\nYes, Mistress she replied, her voice flat and running on backup subroutines to cut through the signal noise coming from her abdomen as the plates separated around Valentine's hand, threatening to pop wireguides and motor mounts off of the inside.\n\n``Good Slut,'' Val said, removing her hand and returning to the luscious Lopunny on the floor, not giving the girl a second thought.\n\nMatilda groaned, biting her lip as the pain subsided. She watched as the women began to insert the thick double-ended toy into their pussies, the no less arousing because it was upside down from her perspective. The tips of her ears brushed the floor as she hung there, head tilted back. She did wish that she was on one end of the dildo, but she knew they loved using her too much not to give it to her at some point. Her mom hadn't even tied off her piercings to block her pussy, so they clearly expected to make use of it later.\n\nValentine leaned back and rested on her elbows.\n\n``Fuck me.''\n\nMarry was more than happy to oblige, gripping the stiff rubber cylinder with both hands and beginning to work it back and forth, pumping it in and out of their cunts. Her motions slowly picked up speed, moving like a reciprocating piston. The little shelter was filled with the sounds of their sex, the wet squishing sounds as the slick dildo split their pussy lips, lusty moans and deep grunts each time it bottomed out inside them. Their audience also moaned appreciatively, enjoying the show though she was a little frustrated she couldn't reach between her own legs to address her growing arousal.\n\nKeeping one arm on the floor to prop her up, Valentine used her other hand to tug at her nipples, twisting and pinching them, then stroking her fingertips down between her big breasts, down her flat stomach until she reached her clit. She alternated between rubbing it in little circles and giving herself little slaps, the sting a bright spike heightening the pleasure of the thick toy filling her pussy. It wasn't the thickest dildo she had, but it provided a wonderful fullness. Not to mention Marry's arms were working doubletime, slamming the fake cock back and forth. The coppery scent of hot metal and oil began to mix with the other smells of their bodies' lubricants, as Marry ignored safety alerts and taxed the motors in her arms and shoulders beyond their design ratings.\n\nThe women locked eyes, a spark of lust shooting between them as they approached their climaxes. There was no finesse, no teasing draw-out, no skillful attention to sensitive zones. It was a brute-force fucking, breaching their walls of ecstasy with sheer speed and perseverance. Marry's hands became a blur, moving too fast even for the photocells in the pokedoll's eyes to track.\n\nBreaking the gaze, both Marry and Valentine's eyelids started to flutter, their mouths open in silent gasps until finally they not only reached their edge but blew right past it, falling hard off the cliff of pleasure into their orgasm. Their minds were filled with static as they came, spurting more lube onto the dildo, coating each other's thighs in thick cum from their pussies. Marry's arms stopped moving, loud hissing accompanying the bursts of steam coming from her shoulders as her system tried desperately to cool down.\n\nValentine climbed out of the fog of her orgasm quickly, putting both palms on the ground and pushing herself to her feet. The dildo slipped out of her cunt with a wet schlorp, thudding onto the floor. Though she had cum, she wasn't satisfied. It merely strengthened a desire, a need she had been suppressing since the pair had ``taken her in,'' allowing her to ride out the worst of the winter in their warm - and admittedly wonderfully sexual - shelter. But she had shown restraint, even when she pierced Matilda's nipples, she had held back.\n\nShe retrieved an implement from her bag, walking to where Marry could see it. All that Matilda could tell was that it looked metal, glinting in the red glow from the fireplace, though she couldn't make heads or tails of the design. Though Marry was still deep in her ecstasy, her body struggling to dump its waste heat and preventing her pleasure circuits from purging. Still, she could make out the symbol formed by the bent wiring that ran back to a simple taped-up handle. Though the mega-Lopunny was in no state to object, she appreciated the implied request for permission from the other domme.\n\n``Why bother asking?'' Marry questioned. ``You must know by know she's yours as much as mine.''\n\n``She remains your daughter,'' Val said softly, ``but yes. I will claim what is now mine.''\n\nThe Gardevoir stepped over to the fireplace and shoved the bent wire into the coals, holding it there until she could feel it starting to burn through the tape in her palm. Behind her, she heard Matilda whimper as understanding hit. She stood and walked over to the doll still hanging hog-tied from the ceiling. Marry was watching, arms in no state to function though her head was clearing and the steam venting from her shoulders had slowed to a quiet hiss. Holding the brand in her left hand, she reached up and deftly worked one of the knots, the entire tie coming undone at once and dropping the doll onto the floor with a hard thunk. Her limbs flopped down, motionless for a moment as the impact dazed her.\n\n``You don't need to be restrained for this, do you?'' Valentine asked, holding the red-hot brand near Matilda's face.\n\nShe recognized it now, a simple leaf design, the outline formed by a folded and bent paper clip. Though she still had no idea where Val was going to place her mark, she was not about to deny it. Her mind was full of fear, but that only enhanced her arousal. Unable to voice her assent, she merely shook her head.\n\n``Good. Spread.''\n\nMatilda spread her feet, exposing her cunt.\n\n``Oh god,'' she whispered and closed her eyes. She didn't want to see it coming and anticipate the pain, risking an instinctive flinch that might screw up the brand.\n\n``I thought what your mother said was actually rather poetic. You are as much hers as you are mine. It's fitting that our marks of ownership share the same space, wouldn't you think?''\n\nWithout waiting for an answer, she lined up the brand and pushed it into Matilda's body, pressing it into the soft mound just above the Cinderace's cunt. The leaf symbol seared into her body, the wires hot enough to burn away the soft rubber instead of just melting it. It smelled terrible.\n\nMatilda thought she was ready. She wasn't. She screamed.\n\nVal held it there for a count to ten and then pulled back, leaving the scorched mark, clear and crisp, just above Matilda's cunt. She shuddered as the doll's cry of pain filled the room, feeding her lust. She wanted to hear it again, hear it anew. She didn't want to stop there.\n\nMatilda had stopped screaming. She was breathing hard, coolant redirecting to her crotch and flowing back to the heat exchangers in her chest to release it into each exhalation. Beyond the pain, the sense of ownership was more intense than anything she had ever experienced. Not when her mom had pierced her pussy, not even when Marry had shot her to disable her and drag her home. Now there was an indelible mark, something that only removing her very skin could remove.\n\nOnce the initial shock had abated, her pussy started to twitch. She could feel it pulsing, moments of ecstasy cutting through the pain from her crotch. Her face was still screwed up in a rictus of agony, muscles frozen in place while all of her processing power was trying to handle the rush of inputs from her crotch. Matilda was on the edge of orgasm, her inner muscles quivering despite her anguish.\n\n``Your body is mine, Slut,'' Val said.\n\n``Yes, Mistress Valentine.''\n\nShe paused.\n\n``Your life is mine.''\n\n``Yes, Mistress Valentine,'' she said emphatically, without hesitation. ``Oh god, does she mean?... I don't know if I want to stop her...would mom?\n\nThere was a gentle touch on Val's arm and she turned to see Marry standing there, a crooked smile on her face.\n\n``Not this time,'' she said.\n\n``Big words from you, mom.''\n\nMarry grimaced.\n\n``That was an accident, baby. I- I let myself lose control.''\n\n``Yeah but you liked it didn't you,'' Matilda teased.\n\n``I- That's not the point.''\n\nVal was intrigued by the conversation, and more than a little aroused by the implication that Matilda had decommissioned a girl before. Still, despite her desire, she was willing to accept Marry's rebuff. There was that tantalizing ``this time'' that could be revisited later.\n\n``Would you be so kind as to pin her again?''\n\nMarry obliged, mimicking her earlier method by simply sitting on her daughter's face, grinding her cunt and ass against the girl's lips.\n\n``I think we'll start with the hands,'' Val said, taking Matilda's left hand and grabbing a finger in between a pair of pliers.\n\nShe pulled straight out, watching as first the wiring was exposed, then the connecting rods. Little motors whirred as they strained against the stretch until finally the index finger came completely off, breaking steel and copper. Matilda groaned into her mother's crotch, pausing her cunnilingus until Marry flicked her nipple in admonition.\n\nVal did the same with every finger on the Cinderace's hand, leaving five quietly sparking holes at the knuckles where they used to be. She took the longest one, licking it seductively, then reached behind herself and pushed it into her asshole. Marry chuckled, enjoying the creative way that Val was fingering herself. With a grin the domme pushed a second finger inside, then the third went into her pussy, easily sliding in the wet hole.\n\n``Your arm next, perhaps?'' she said, though no answer would have stopped her.\n\nMatilda nodded and gave a muffled, ``mmhmmph, mmph,'' reveling in the pain.\n\nVal put a foot on Matilda's side as she picked up the doll's left arm, bracing herself. She began to tug, feeling the disconnected fingers shift in her anus as her core tensed up for the pull. She cooed as a series of pops fired off, the actinic flashes accompanied by the smell of ozone as the wires in Matilda's shoulder began to break and short to her inner metal frame. The longer she pulled, the louder the scream from between Marry's thighs, and the wetter her own thighs became. The arm started vibrating, subroutines beyond Matilda's control kicking in, trying to pull it out of Val's grip but it was too late. With a bright flash and squealing sparks the arm finally popped out of its socket. She tossed it aside like it was worthless.\n\n``Let's move on, shall we? Not you, Marry. I need her torso still for this.''\n\nThe mega-Lopunny nodded, shifting her weight and squeezing her thighs so that her daughter couldn't move. Val knelt down next to the pair, slipping her hands underneath Marry's round, heavy ass. She closed her eyes for a moment, focusing. Compressors kicked on, pushing hydraulic fluid into pistons. Motors ratcheted springs down tight, everything ready to release a push of energy at once.\n\nShe lifted, turning Matilda's hips and legs while the girl's upper body stayed still. Metal creaked as it bent and broke, plastic cracked and shattered. Cogs popped off of their axles as Val managed to rotate Matilda's entire lower unit around so that her ass was facing up though she was still face-up as well. Though the complex differential gearing in her hips was ruined, hydraulic and cooling tubes torn and disconnected, most of the wiring had enough slack to remain connected, sending every indicator of damage to Matilda's brain.\n\nShe had stopped licking at her mother's pussy, mouth stuck open in a silent scream. Everything was static. She couldn't discern pleasure from pain as circuits shorted, sending electricity pulsing in the wrong directions or caught in overload loops. Though she didn't know if the damage was reparable, the concern didn't even cross her mind. Every filter capacitor on her board was on the edge of dielectric breakdown as they struggled to store and contain excess current.\n\nFeeling Matilda go slack beneath her, Marry stood, a string of lube connecting her pussy to Matilda's mouth for a moment. She and Val shared a few words, confirming their plans and agreed limits, all completely unheard by the twisted pile of parts that was her daughter. Val sat down cross-legged and gently placed the Cinderace's head in her lap, stroking her ears until light and awareness returned to her eyes.\n\n``You have been a very good girl, Slut.''\n\nTh k you M s trs\n\n``Your body will continue to serve me.''\n\nf c rse istress\n\n``Are you ready to go?''\n\nY ma?a Tha k you m ?am\n\nLike she had done to Matilda's body, Val twisted her head, rotating it well beyond its tolerances. She grimaced as a shower of sparks singed her own thighs, but it didn't deter her. She twisted until Matilda's head had completely disconnected, detaching entirely from the joint at the neck. The sparks were accompanied by an electronic screech and a loud spurt. Matilda's reserve of lubricant had emptied in a hard squirt, shooting down between her upside-down legs and soaking the earthen floor in the heaviest orgasm she had ever experienced, her mind blanking in a soft wash of white that slowly faded to-\n\n``Should we turn her back on soon?'' Marry asked as the ladies relaxed in bed, their faces coated in each other's cum.\n\n``Mm, I suppose so. I have missed having someone to really torture.''\n\nThey both looked over at the misconnected pile of parts that was Matilda's body, pieces rewired and soldered where they shouldn't go, her head sat atop her pelvis, mouth just above the leaf brand on her crotch.\n\n``She's your sub,'' Marry observed.\n\n``Yes, but she's your daughter,'' Val retorted.\n\nMarry laughed and rolled begrudgingly out of bed and walked over, fiddling with something under Matilda's right ear, flipping a switch on.\n\n``Welcome back, Slut.''\n\n PAGE 22 \n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "The Dark of Winter

By: Red Rocktober

Marry looked at the horizon, estimating how much time they had until the blizzard rolled in. The sun, so far free of the clouds' coverage, glinted off the polished black plastic of her eyes. Unless the wind really picked up, she had a few hours. Plenty of time to finish her rounds and make it back before it really started coming down. ``Lucky it was clear all morning,'' she thought, or they might not have had enough warning. As it was, they had seen the storm front and immediately set to prepping.

Well, not quite immediately. The mega-Lopunny had spent some time tying up her daughter with the rope they had made from fibers harvested around their encampment. She had become quite adept at tying knots out of necessity for survival, but it translated well to their more intimate activities. Matilda had protested at first of course, but after a pair of hard slaps to each side of the face, the Cinderace stood quietly and allowed her mother to work. The sting in her cheeks was met with a rush of pleasure as her cunt started to ooze lubricant. Shortly her wrists were tied in front of her and her thick thighs were bound in a simple criss-cross pattern that dug into the soft rubbery ``flesh'' of her ass. Nothing to prevent her from attending to her duties, just enough to make it a challenge, potentially cause her to trip or drop the firewood every once in a while and curse her mother.

``How is it coming?'' Marry asked, radioing back to her daughter.

Before Matilda could respond, however, Marry reached into her utility bag, turning the dial on a small controller all the way to the right. Instead of words, incoherent moaning came back through the radio, followed by a thud and the hollow sound of wood clattering. She grinned and started walking, following the subtle landmarks to the next trap on her list to check. After a dozen paces she turned the knob most of the way back to the left, bringing the vibrator she had left in her daughter back down to a low buzz.

``I fuckxxxck hate you'' came her eventual response, interrupted by some static, though the message still came through quite clear.

``Don't talk to your mother that way you stupid slut. Now get that firewood in the house or I will leave that fat ass of yours out to freeze when the blizzard hits.''

``Yes, mother,'' she mewled, the bratty Cinderace enjoying the degradation.

``There's a good girl,'' Marry replied, and she meant it. ``You know I couldn't leave you out for too long. Who would I tie down and sit on then?'' she continued, and though her words remained harsh her tone was warm.

Marry trudged on, not too concerned about leaving tracks in the light snow that was already on the ground, knowing it would be completely covered before long. As she walked she kept fiddling with the vibrator's controller, knowing it was only making her daughter's job harder.

``If I hear you drop the wood again,'' she warned through the radio, ``I will put a clamp on your clit and leave it for an hour for each time you do.''

Matilda considered stumbling and dropping the small stack she was carrying just to earn that punishment. She decided against it, knowing that her mom was bound to cause her to do it eventually. The little pumps in the pokedoll's abdomen clicked over, oozing more lubricant from her silicone pussy as the vibrator continued to drive waves of pleasure through her body. She shuffled into the small shelter that the mother and daughter pair had called home for the last two years, legs only bending at the knees. She bent over carefully setting the half dozen split logs on the stack by the fireplace. As the wood tumbled off her outstretched arms, the sound covered up the noise of the door opening behind her.

Out in the woods, Marry came to a trap, approaching cautiously so as not to accidentally trigger it. Looking up again she marked the closeness of the storm front, the wall of low gray clouds stretching across the entire sky. Her skin registered a drop in temperature, not yet enough to impact her but if she stayed out too long in it her servos would certainly begin to seize up. Fortunately she had good insulation, extra padding in her thighs, ass, and breasts not just giving her delicious curves but helping to protect her inner workings from temperature extremes. Returning to the task at hand she knelt down and examined the tripwire. She had clipped her long ears back, folding them at the white puffs so they didn't trail the ground and get in her way.

Frowning, Marry noted that the tension in the trigger mechanism was overly tight. A light breeze could have set it off and sent a barrage of darts to fire impotently against a tree. Rummaging in her sack she pulled out a few tools and got to work, the lenses in her eyes rotating to zoom in. Adjusting a few set screws, she loosened the tension in the wire. Pausing for a moment she considered disabling it entirely, concerned that the weight of the snow could set it off. Shaking her head, her red eyes narrowed and focused back on her task, deciding that it would be better to keep it set, just at a low tension. Once her task was complete she stood, putting her tools back in their places and securing her bag.

``Heading in, how's your progress'' she radioed to her daughter.

There was no response and she scowled.

``You had better be done by the time I get back you lazy bitch. I knew I should have tied your hands behind you so you couldn't masturbate. You've got-'' she paused for a moment, doing a quick mental calculation, ``twenty minutes to finish, but if I find out you've been touching yourself I won't let you cum for a week. I'll be smell-checking your fingers, slut, and if you wash them off I'll assume that means you've been at it.''

She clicked off the radio but turned up the vibrator, deciding to leave it on max for the whole journey back to their shelter as punishment.

``Stupid brat'' Marry mumbled to herself, ``maybe I won't let her cum anyway. She'd probably like that.''

She also thought about leaving the vibrator in her daughter for the week instead. Forcing orgasms could be as fun as denying them. Part of her hoped Matilda had been playing with herself; Marry enjoyed the scent of her daughter's pussy, though she could always smell it directly if it wasn't on the Cinderace's fingers.

Clearing her head she returned her focus to her immediate surroundings. She needed to keep one red eye out for intruders and one on the ground to make sure she didn't lose her footing and potentially damage herself and get trapped out when the blizzard hit. The hydraulics in her legs were working overtime to keep her steady. Already the clouds were overhead and the flakes were falling. Visibility was dropping as quickly as the temperature and she needed to get home. At last Marry broke through the tree-line and into the clearing surrounding their shelter. Though the snow was now falling heavily enough that she couldn't see the wooden front of their home itself, she could see the faint glow of lanterns through the translucent plastic square that served as their window.

Grinning and looking forward to a few days forced inside with her daughter, she was already scheming of the ways she would use and abuse the Cinderace's body. Her ass practically twitched, craving the younger woman's tongue buried up her backside. Marry took two steps out from the trees and stopped as a quiet crunch of snow behind her got her attention.

She wasn't fast enough. A searing pain shot through her, centered on her lower back, an accurate jab that had pierced a seam between two plastic plates. Crying out she started to spin, reaching into her bag for her own knife. Marry felt the blade withdraw from her body, self-repair systems kicking in to send sealant to the split in her chocolate-brown skin. It hadn't hit any critical systems, serving only to inflect pain without real injury.

Marry paused and quickly assessed her situation. Their hideout had been found, an unknown attacker having managed to approach unnoticed, bypassing their traps. Presumably this wraith was why her daughter had stopped responding on the radio. And now she was crippled, though not entirely out of the fight. There was a moment of panic as she worried her daughter might be more than just incapacitated, but panic wouldn't protect them. Despite the low temperature, cooling vanes in her skull still opened as her processors overclocked themselves, cranking the gain on her ears and eyes so high in an attempt to detect her attacker that they almost became overwhelmed with noise. Head on a swivel, she was ready for anything.

She was not as ready as she thought. Out of the swirling snowflakes a pair of enormous leather-clad breasts emerged, followed by the rest of a curvaceous Gardevoir, her wide hips rivaling Marry's. Arousal now fought for dominance in Marry's mind, pushing out the anger at having been caught unawares. She took in the sight of the woman, towering over her as she knelt. The leather tightly wrapped her entire body except a few strategic spots designed to allow access to the Gardevoir's body, the white skin a sharp contrast to the black leather.

Hips swaying as she took the last few steps to close the distance, surprisingly nimble in the deepening snow and her high heels, the Gardevoir grinned. Marry waited, eyes only momentarily distracted by the soft pink nipples and even softer, pinker pussy lips visible through the cutouts in the woman's outfit. Her focus was on the Gardevoir's eyes, trying to get a read on her next move.

Marry was only barely successful. Without being completely aware of it, she picked up on the tensing muscles, the shift in her attacker's eyes as they honed in on their target. She leapt backwards, almost matching the Gardevoir's lunge forward, except her heel caught on a stone buried in the snow and she stumbled. Going down on one knee, she caught herself, but not quick enough to avoid the incoming blade. If she hadn't moved it likely would have ended up in her chest. As it was, it buried to the hilt in her left thigh, easily piercing the plastic plating and severing the wires below.

Where before her vision was primarily white from the snow, for a moment it was completely blank as the pain overwhelmed her circuits. She screamed, more of a primal roar, as much anger as injury. For a few seconds she was frozen, trying desperately to shunt the damage signals into unused circuits so she could think clearly again.

With another scream she pulled the knife out of her leg. When she grabbed the hilt, a jolt shot up her arm. Her hand had completed the circuit interrupted by the knife, its metal blade conducting power from the wires it had severed. Shuddering, she yanked it free and broke the circuit. Now one in each hand, she considered her next move.

The interloper was close - close enough Marry could smell not only the woman's sex but that of her own daughter, likely coming from the Gardevoir's hands or face - and Marry took her chance. Swinging both arms out and forward, she aimed to plant a knife in each of her adversary's admittedly luscious thighs.

She thought it was her chance, anyway. Her wrists both met a sudden stop before they hit their target.

``Well now, that's no way to greet your new Mistress, is it?'' the Gardevoir asked, voice low and sultry.

Marry grunted, struggling to free her hands from the firm grip that had them locked. She felt a twinge of pain as thumbs shifted to press against the connectors in her wrists, Grunting, she was forced to drop both knives, the blades landing in the accumulating snow with a soft crunch. Her eyes widened as she was yanked forwards, Her face landed square into the Gardevoir's crotch, the soft pussy lips wet against her own lips. She couldn't help her reaction. Instinctively her tongue pressed outwards, probing into the folds for the clit, unable to stop herself from eating a delicious pussy when presented with it.

``Mm, your tongue's as good as that foxy pet of yours. Sorry to have jumped you like that. I apparently didn't plan well for a blizzard when I set out from Willamette, so I needed somewhere to hunker down. Lucky me I found your little hovel, and even luckier still you two look like fun.''

The woman reached down and helped heave Marry to her feet.

``Come on then, let's get you back inside so you ladies can serve me properly.''

Holding on to Marry's side, she helped the Lopunny into the little cabin beneath its rocky overhang, the front wooden but the remainder set back into a cliff face. It ensured there was only one direction of approach and that it stayed a fairly stable temperature year-round. Marry had thought it offered them sufficient protection, but she was rethinking that position.

-

Once inside, Marry moaned, taking in the sight of her daughter. There in the middle of the small space that was their living room and kitchen, separated from their shared bedroom by little more than a curtain, was the curvy Cinderace. She was bound and gagged, the rope around her wrists hitched to a hook mounted in the overhanging rock ceiling. Where before her legs had been tied together, now each ankle was tied off to the sides, spreading them. To Matilda's right, the rope led off to the small table that was their only dining surface. To her left, the rope was tied off to one of the large metal staples half-buried in the dirt of their hearth that served as a grate for firewood. Aside from the rope and the ball gag strapped to her face, there wasn't a stitch of clothing on her,

Marry never tired of that view, her girl's big breasts a beautiful pear shape, the bright orange plastic of her thick thighs still retaining their factory-fresh shine. ``Though the view from behind is just as good, honestly'' Marry thought, not needing to see those round buttocks with her eyes to be able to see it in her mind. After a moment, eyes quickly adjusting their apertures to account for the change in brightness in their shelter, she noticed that Matilda was shuddering, body wracked with micro-convulsions. It didn't take long to spot the source of the quakes. The vibrator was still jammed completely into Matilda's pussy, and since Marry hadn't had the chance to adjust the controller it would still be set at max.

``Oh, good girl,'' she praised her daughter, ``that must be so much for you.''

Matilda heard, but even if she hadn't been gagged, she would have struggled to respond. The inputs from her ears were muted, overwhelmed by the pleasure signals from her pussy. Her sexual unit was working hard to keep up, occasionally sending a burst of electricity in the wrong direction as the intense vibrations continued assaulting her cunt. She was practically locked in a state of micro-orgasm, but years of practice with her mother had trained her well and she did not make a sound. Not a muffled moan nor stifled squeak could be heard from behind the gags. What could be heard, however, was the rhythmless staccato of her joint motors clicking as they tried to move, thwarted by both the rope as well as the conflicting signals caused by her continuous ecstasy.

``I suppose introductions are in order, then,'' the Gardevoir said, helping Marry to a chair. ``I'm Valentine, though you will call me Mistress.''

``Marry,'' she said, the pain of both stabs still echoing through her circuits, burst packets reigniting their electrical pathways to repeatedly alert her to the damage. ``And that is Matilda.''

``I did find your toy collection, very nice. I can tell the gag is a favorite; so many teeth marks. I have more than a few of my own that I think you will enjoy,'' she said with a grin, gesturing to a black satchel by the door. ``I was on my way to a job, but I suppose if I must be stuck at least I shall have some entertainment.'' Mistress V absently rubbed her right nipple, exposed as it was through the cutout in her leather catsuit. ``How long do you think the blizzard will keep us in?''

``Well,'' Marry said slowly, looking out of the window and thinking back to past winters. ``It's always hard to know for sure, If it stops snowing by the morning I'd give it a week before travel is safe.''

Her own system was still a little sluggish from being out in the cold. V seemed to be handling it better, likely due to having some clothing on, even if it did have cutouts.

``Well with that out of the way, I think it's time you start your service. Why don't you turn the girl down so she can enjoy this as well.''

Marry didn't know what ``this'' was, though she was certainly interested in finding out. The buxom Gardie was certainly attractive, and if her gear was as good as she said, Marry suspected the domme wouldn't take much convincing to work Matilda over together. Reaching into her bag she dialed the vibrator down to its lowest setting, met with an audible whine from Matilda as her circuitry finally calmed down.

The bound pokedoll shuddered as she stopped orgasming for the first time in at least fifteen minutes. Her vision returned, no longer overloaded with sexual stimulation, allowing her processor to re-prioritize other sensory input. Somewhere she thought she had heard her mom give her a ``good girl,'' but the moment was lost. As her wits returned, she remembered where she was, tied and teased in her own home by a dominant Gardevoir. Squinting, she saw the leather-clad woman step up to her mom, shoving a breast in Marry's face.

Matilda moaned, a soft pleasure rolling through her from the low level vibrations, enjoying the show of her mother sucking this Gardevoir's tit. She would have bitten her lip if she could. Her teeth shifted on the ball gag emitting the quiet sound of plastic grinding on plastic. It was rare for her to see her mom in the more subservient role and it was certainly arousing. She continued to watch as the Gardevoir stood there, one hand on her hip, looking down at Marry. Matilda still hadn't noticed her mother's injury. She was focused on watching Marry wrap her lips around one pointed nipple and then another. Quiet suckling noises filled the room.

``Perhaps,'' Marry said, leaning back and looking up at Val, ``you and I can work my daughter over to-''

``Your daughter,'' Valentine exclaimed, interrupting Marry. ``Mm, it's been a while since I've worked with family. This really was quite the lucky find for me.

-

Marry wasn't about to let the damage to her leg stop her from playing with her daughter. She was a little unsteady as she stood, the Lopunny's leg grinding as the gearing worked hard to compensate for the damage Valentine had done. Valentine strutted over to her bag, heels thudding quietly on the swept dirt floor. The women couldn't help but turn and stare as Val bent over, the black leather accentuating the bright white synthetic skin of her round ass, visible through a cutout in her outfit. Her thick cheeks spread just enough to give the barest glimpse of her exhaust port, causing Marry and Matilda both to breathe heavy. Matilda especially longed to push her tongue deep inside, to have those luscious mounds engulfing her face.

After a moment she straightened back up and walked back towards the other two, holding a few implements in her hands. Valentine held out her left hand with what looked like a piece of a hardback book, a long rectangular strip that had been cut to narrow at one end and was wrapped in electrical tape for a handle. Marry took it with a grin, giving the inside of her arm a few light smacks, testing its weight and flex. It would make a good paddle. In her right, Vale had a bit of toothpick with a small square of leather attached to the end, a riding crop.

``I prefer to hear my girls, honestly. Their curses are just encouragement.''

Valentine reached around Matilda's head and unclasped the gag. She let it fall to the floor with a soft thud. Placing the tongue of her crop under the bound pokedoll's chin, she looked down into Matilda's eyes.

``What is your name?''

``Matilda.''

With a quiet smack, she tapped Matilda's cheek with the leather tongue.

``No. Try again.''

Matilda's brows furrowed. She understood what was being asked, but she was torn between degrading herself or being a brat and forcing this buxom dominatrix to do it. Brattiness won out.

``Boss babe'' she said with a smirk.

Valentine flicked her wrist, delivering a much harder smack to Matilda's cheek and eliciting a yelp. She also knew it was exactly what the Cinderace wanted, but she was more than happy to oblige. It was all part of the play.

``Try. Again.''

Matilda wasn't ready to give in. She wanted to push the domme and in turn be pushed.

``Um, princess?'' she said, cocking her head to the side.

With a quick motion, Val brought her hand around and swatted Matilda's other cheek. This time the girl moaned, the sharp stings providing a delicious pain to contrast the warm pleasure still rolling up from the vibrator in her cunt. Though she wanted more, she decided not to push too hard too quickly. Valentine's voice was stern, but there was no anger behind it. She would likely take a lot to push into a rashly violent response. The doll had to make a quick decision on what self-degrading term the domme might want her to use.

``My name is `Slut','' she finally said, biting her lip and throwing her shoulders from side to side as much as the restraints would allow, giving her heavy breasts a little shimmy.

``Perhaps you're not as dumb as you look,'' Valentine remarked. ``Were you lost in your orgasm or did you hear me speaking to your mother earlier?'' she asked, emphasizing the relationship between the two pokedolls. ``Good, then what is my name?'' she asked after Marry nodded.

``Bitch.'' Marry replied with confidence.

Taking a small step back, the leather-clad Gardevoir brought the crop around in a hard swing. Her aim was impeccable, the little leather square at its end landing exactly on the hyper-sensitive rubber nubbin that was Matilda's clit. Marry moaned, enjoying watching the dominatrix work, breaking her daughter down. Matilda squealed, her vision momentarily flickering as the blend of signals coming from her cunt overwhelmed her processing. If she hadn't been tied up to the ceiling she would have collapsed on the floor. Val grabbed Matilda by her cheeks, thumb and forefinger digging into the same spots she had just stung with the crop, and stared directly into her eyes.

``I will only say this once. You may call me `ma'am,' `Mistress,' and `Mistress Valentine.' Is that clear?''

``Nnf. Yes Mistress'' she gasped out.

The authority inherent in Valentine's voice almost seemed like it carried an override code, finally forcing Matilda to submit. Once she had, Val pressed the crop's tongue against her clit again, though this time it was gentle pressure, rubbing it in little circles. The Cinderace shook, the pressure intensifying the pleasure already emanating from her crotch.

``There's a good slut,'' Val cooed. ``I reward my girls when they behave. Now then, Marry, perhaps you'd like to step around and get her ass warmed up for me? I'm going to work over her front for a bit, I think.''

Holding the homemade paddle in her hand, Marry hobbled around behind her daughter. As she positioned herself behind the curvy doll, she appreciated Val's handiwork, the way it forced her daughter's legs apart. Something that hadn't been obvious from the front, Valentine had positioned her so that the center of Matilda's mass was behind the ceiling hook, forcing her to bend at the waist and lean forward. This had the pleasant affect of causing the fox's ample ass to stick out. It made for a very tempting target.

``Eyes on me, Slut. Don't worry about what your mother is doing. I'm sure mommy would never hurt her little girl, would she?'' Val asked, staring hard into Matilda's eyes.

The gaze was intense, Matilda almost thought she could feel electricity shooting out of the Gardevoir's eyes. Contrary to Val's words, she knew of course that her mother not only could but would hurt her. Marry probably wouldn't go so far as to shut her down, but even that was just ``probably.'' With the two of them exiled, it had been so long since they had a third to play with. She loved the additional stimulation, the knowledge that pleasure and pain could be inflicted simultaneously.

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Marry had lined up, pulled her arm back, and delivered a blow to her daughter's ass, the pokedoll's soft buttocks deforming with the impact. She held the paddle firm, following through with her strike, before pulling it back and enjoying the momentary imprint visible in Matilda's butt. Despite the signals of pain racing through her system, the motors in her joints whined as their instinct-driven attempt to pull away from the blow was met with counter-commands locking down brakes. She had been trained well and didn't flinch. The Lopunny set to smacking Matilda's butt with the paddle in a methodical rhythm, filling their little shelter with the smacking sounds of the toy impacting the doll's voluptuous ass, its round rubber cheeks supple and yielding to the blows.

In front of her, Valentine picked up a coil of rope from the floor. She had found numerous lengths of it and set them out. The pair had plenty, using it for more than just their play. She began to wrap the rough rope around Matilda's breasts, Val looped it several times around one before doing the same to the other, compressing the pair of massive milkers. It strained the elastomers in Matilda's skin and forced several of the wires inside into close contact, electricity occasionally overcoming the thin insulation to short out, sending signals up the wrong pathways. Matilda enjoyed the tingling sensation it was creating, her nipples stiffening in response. Reaching up, Valentine tied off the rope to the same hook that the doll's wrists were attached to, pulling her up and forward even more.

With a trio of light pops, Val tapped Matilda's left nipple with the riding crop, gauging her response. The Cinderace moaned, her nipple more sensitive for being tied. She was getting smacked on both sides and the cacophony of sensations driving her wild.

``Does that feel good, Slut?'' Val asked, repeating the three taps on the other nipple.

``Yes, Mistress,'' she said, still keeping her gaze locked on Val's as she had not yet been released from the order to keep her eyes on the domme.

``Is that because you're a filthy pain-slut, Slut?'' she asked, her tone somehow able to convey the difference between each use of `slut,' the second clearly a name rather than an adjective.

``Yes Mistress. Hurt me more.''

Without even communicating, both women stopped what they were doing, as though they had planned it. Matilda whined when the next swat from her mother's paddle didn't come, when the tongue of the crop hovered an inch above her nipple instead of sending another sting through her body.

``I don't think you've properly understood who's in charge here, slut.'' Again, it was clear it was an epithet.

The older pokedolls had had enough experience with brats to know that the worst punishment of all was often to withhold punishment. They provoked to get a reaction, depriving them of that was usually the quickest way to break them. Val reached between Matilda's legs, taking hold of the vibrator that was still buried in the fox-bot's cunt. She began to withdraw it, feeling the resistance of Matilda's tight sex unit gripping the buzzing plastic rod.

``Ahh- please. Please, I'm sorry Mistress, Mommy,'' she said, directing her apology to the both of them. ``Please hurt me more. I'm just a big pain slut, I need you to hurt me.'' she mewled, begging for them to resume their work.

With a nod of satisfaction, Val let go of the vibrator, the little buzzer slipping back into Matilda's pussy, her lips and inner thighs coated with her own lubrication. Behind her, Marry reared back and swung hard like she was batting for the fences. This time Matilda did yelp and buck forwards, unable to keep completely still against the force of the blow. Valentine began to really work over her front, popping her with the crop at random times and spots, preventing her from ever anticipating the next hit. One moment Valentine would gently rub the cool leather against the top of the Cinderace's swollen white-skinned breast, the next she had popped the doll's calf, causing he to try to pull her foot away but meeting the restraint of the rope. A light, almost tickling tap on Matilda's thigh, then she deftly flipped the crop around and struck the girl's stomach with the handle as though it were a cane.

Satisfied that her daughter was warmed up, Marry set the paddle down and hobbled into their sleeping space, ducking behind the curtain divider and quickly returning with a bottle of lube and a suction-mounted dildo that was almost as big as her forearm. Though Matilda registered the lack of spanks, she had no idea what was coming. Her eyes had remained fixed on Val, her focus on the mixture of feelings that the Gardevoir was delivering with the crop, playing her body like an instrument. Her eyes widened, however, when she felt a thick cylinder begin to slide between her cheeks.

The firm rubber cock pressed against her anal ring, stationary for only a moment before it overcame the resistance from the Cinderace's tight tailhole. Once the tip was inside, Marry didn't hold back and thrust forward, wide hips slamming hard into her daughter's plush tush with a smack. She put one hand on Matilda's waist and with the other she gathered the doll's velvet ears and tugged. Steadying herself so she didn't have too much weight on her damaged leg, she began rocking her pelvis forward, thrusting the dildo suctioned to her crotch into her daughter's behind with a rhythmic motion.

Val started focusing her attentions on the slut's pussy, slapping Matilda's clit with her crop, each swat landing with uncanny precision. She matched her timing to Marry's, the sharp sting corresponding to the waves of heat coming from Matilda's ass as the big dildo stretched her body, the bending plastics and rubbers warming up as they were deformed beyond their design specs. Once Val had the motion locked in, committing it to a subroutine, her arm moved without her active input, rotating at the shoulder and swinging the crop in a cycle. Swat, hold, withdraw, repeat. She leaned down, taking one of Matilda's nipples into her mouth, sucking on it, rolling it between her lips, gently biting at it before doing the same to the other tit.

Matilda's awareness was collapsing in on itself as the women overstimulated her. Everything was an intoxicating blend of pleasure and pain. From her asshole, the delicious sensation of fullness was coupled with internal warning alarms of damage as her hole was stretched to its limits and the cabling and hydraulic tubing in her abdomen was shoved around by the massive toy cock. From between her legs came the persistent buzzing of the vibrator, continuously sending waves of pleasure up from her crotch. The stings from Val's crop were causing her clit to become a little numb, the pain dulling a little with each strike. And from her tits, Valentine's soft lips and licks were interspersed with sporadic jolts from the nips and bites.

Any of these wouldn't have been enough to get her off on their own, but in tandem it was quickly becoming too much. Her eyes were open but they didn't see much as her controller reduced power to anything it deemed non-essential input. Marry knew her daughter well and could see the younger doll's body beginning to go slack, held up by the rope around her wrists. Matilda's white tuft of a tail was wiggling, practically vibrating along with the toy in her cunt. Though Valentine had never seen the girl's climax, she was a competent enough mistress to know the signs.

The smell of ozone filled the air as Matilda's circuits overloaded, the current breaking down insulation and arcing between wires. Her mouth opened but no sound came out and her body went completely slack as she came, overwhelmed with ecstasy. She nearly blacked out and her pussy clamped down on the vibrator so hard that she pushed it out, dropping to the floor with a thud. Marry thrust forward one last time, burying the dildo in her daughter's ass and holding it there.

Val stopped hitting the Cinderace with her crop and stood up, looking the doll up and down, enjoying the results of her handiwork. She waited patiently as indicator lights flickered and Matilda slowly came completely back online. The girl looked up, locking eyes once more with the grinning Gardevoir.

``Very good, Slut. I think I'll make plenty of use of you. Yes, you'll do just fine.''

-

The morning light was bright through the translucent plastic sheet of their front window, made all the brighter by the layer of snow outside, reflecting the sunlight. It had been several days since the blizzard passed through, and the three pokedolls still couldn't leave their little shelter built into the rocky overhang. The snow had drifted against the wall, its weight preventing them from opening the door. Soft pops emanated from the fireplace, a single log still burning. It glowed red, hot spots smoldering without flame.

Marry and Valentine sat at the little table in the hovel's cramped kitchen and dining space, watching as Matilda shuffled about the cottage, getting firewood from their stored pile and stacking it in the fireplace over the last log. They didn't say anything as she worked, but both women were casually playing with their clits as they watched. Matilda knew her place, swinging her wide hips as she walked from one end of the room to the other, making a show of bending at the waist to spread her cheeks, her thighs, exposing her holes to them. Once she had a few fresh logs positioned in the fireplace, she got down on all fours.

Bending her chest low and arching her back, she stuck her round ass up in the air. Her white tail high, she presented her asshole to the women while she worked. She was practically inviting one of them to spank her or take her, fucking her while she tried to complete her chore. Taking a deep breath, she blew into the fireplace, fanning the embers, coaxing them to life. Before long she had worked them up to a crackling flame, the heat immediately filling the room.

``Well well, you do have more than one use, Slut,'' Valentine said, nodding appreciatively.

Stretching, she could feel her joints loosening as lubricants came up to operating temps. She slid a finger into her pussy as she stared appreciatively at Matilda's little puckered ring. She had considered getting a plug and flogger out and going to town on the girl, but decided that withholding what the brat wanted might be more satisfying. The angry pout on Matilda's face made it exactly that.

Valentine wordlessly pointed to the floor in front of her then turned to face Marry, discussing the trio's needs for the day. Matilda followed the unspoken command, walking over and kneeling in front of Val, immediately leaning forward and planting her face between the Gardevoir's thighs, lapping at Valentine's pussy.

``I think our main need is power,'' Marry said, easily speaking over the soft slurps and sucking noises coming from beneath the table. ``We've got plenty of fruit to last the winter, we just need to process more of it. We hadn't expected a third, so the e-sips we've got on hand won't last.''

Val nodded, her hand slipping below the table to grab Matilda's head and push harder into her crotch. She was more than willing to help with that, especially since she had been feeling a little sluggish already, her own batteries a bit drained after being stuck inside for days. She hadn't brought any spare power-packs, having expected to be at her destination already.

``Then, once Slut is done with her task here, we'll get started,'' Val said, leaning back in her chair.

She wrapped her legs around Matilda's head, motors whirring as she squeezed her thighs tight. Marry looked on, playing with herself as the moans from the pair got louder. She enjoyed watching her daughter serve another woman, though her own needs were feeling a tad neglected. Determined to rectify that once they had increased their power reserves, she settled in to work herself off as she watched.

-

Marry squatted behind her daughter, the mega-Lopunny's hands deftly tying Matilda's wrists behind her back, binding them to her ankles. There were soft clinks and rustling as Valentine pulled various tools and metal implements out of her bag and lay them out on the table. Matilda was staring at her defiantly as she knelt on the floor, arms pulled behind her body, the steel balls in her shoulder joints straining at their sockets. There was a dent in her cheek plate where Val had punched her, finally fed up with having to wrestle her to the ground. After her willing service that morning, Matilda had felt particularly insubordinate when Marry ordered her to kneel. The damage indicators from the blow were still active, a pleasant reminder of her punishment. She wasn't exactly sure what the women had planned for her, but based on the smile on her mother's face, she knew it was going to hurt and she was going to love it.

Once Matilda's wrists were tied back to her ankles, Marry ran a length of rope up to her daughter's ears, yanking the Cinderace's head back and looping the twisted fibers around them a few times. Her body was forced into an arch, neck exposed and heavy breasts forward and out. She grimaced, fighting back the programmed panic as her softest, most vulnerable areas were exposed. The vulnerability added to her excitement. She didn't think her mother would go for a complete shutdown, but she also wouldn't put it past her. Val remained a little bit of an unknown. What were her limits?

Marry stood and walked around in front of her daughter. Though Matilda's head was pulled so far back, she looked down her nose at her mother's crotch right at head-height. She licked her lips, hoping perhaps her mom would park that pussy on her face for a bit. Marry turned around and backed up, giving Matilda just a moment to bite her lip and moan in anticipation before her face was surrounded by the brown-skinned cheeks of her mother's enormous ass.

Bending over, Marry pressed her butt hard against her daughter's face, bucking her hips a bit and riding the girl's tongue. Val finished getting her tools out and nodded to Marry, indicating she was ready. The pokedoll straightened up, pulling her ass off Matilda's face with a wet sound.

``How's that taste, Slut,'' she asked, turning around.

``Like ass,'' Matilda replied.

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``I said how does that taste, Slut,'' Marry asked again after slapping her hard across the face.

This time she didn't respond at all. After a second her view was filled with the sight of her mother's face, Marry's pink irises glowing bright against her black sclera. Matilda's mouth opened and her gasp was cut short as she felt a hand on her throat, her mother's firm grip squeezing her voicebox.

``You love eating my ass don't you?''

``Nngk'' was all she could manage to get out against the choking hand.

``I asked you a question. You love eating your mom's ass, don't you?''

``Nkkgn-'' her mouth moved to form the word and she hissed out a barely-audible ``yesss.''

She gasped the moment she felt the pressure on her throat release. Her pussy was dripping. ``If that's how this starts, I can't wait to see where it goes,'' she thought to herself.

``Now then, Slut,'' Val said, stepping forward and into her view, ``I think it's time we gave you a little something to show just how slutty you are.''

There was something shiny in her hand, shiny and small. Matilda couldn't quite make it out.

``What do you think about that?''

``Yes, Mistress,'' Matilda replied, eager for whatever Val had in mind.

Marry grabbed a pair of tweezers and got a small chunk of smoldering charcoal out from the fireplace and brought it over to them. She held it out, the heat starting to conduct up through the tweezers they used as fire tongs. Val pressed the tip of the shiny something against the glowing ember, holding it there until its tip was also glowing. She knelt in front of Matilda, holding it up so the girl could see what it was.

Her eyes went wide when she realized it was a needle, the tip now blackened from the char and cooled just enough to stop glowing. She braced herself for the impending pain. It wasn't enough.

``Nnyyyaaaahhhh'' she cried out as Val pushed the needle slowly through her right nipple.

It wasn't dull, but it definitely wasn't sharp enough to properly pierce. Matilda could feel the metal tearing through the rubber of her nipple instead of making a clean hole. The pain was intense, but more than just hurting her it was the sign of ownership that was driving her wild. The fact that Val was modifying her body, damaging and altering it to suit her own aesthetic desires was an overwhelming intimacy. She gasped as the needle finally passed all the way through, stretching a hole open in the eraser-nub of a nipple. Her areola crinkled up and the nipple stiffened even more as cold steel slipped in behind it, the temperature change a temporary shock.

She wanted to look down, to see what jewelry Val had installed, but the ropes tying her ears to her wrists kept her from tilting her head forward. Matilda reasoned with herself that it would be better for her to wait until the other was in anyway and she could see the pair. Val's movements were visible in her peripheral vision, and then-

``FFFFUCK'' she screamed when the needle tore through her other nipple.

Her sight flickered for a moment as her core cycled through inputs, shutting down overwhelmed circuits in a move of self-preservation. It only lasted a moment before she could once again feel her tits. Though only her nipples had been pierced, the pain radiated out through the rest of her sizable breasts.

``That looks pretty good, don't you think?'' Val mused, appreciating the contrast of the shining metal barbells against the black synthetic skin of Matilda's chest. ``It's much more obvious that you're a slut now. And the really nice thing about pierced nipples is it makes them so much more sensitive.''

Almost before she finished talking, she grabbed them both and twisted, the jewelry giving her more leverage and grip. Matilda opened her mouth but no sound came out. This time she did black out, two hard jets of her girlcum squirting out of her pussy and into the dirt of their earthen floor as the pain overwhelmed her circuits. Her mother had played with clamps before, but this was a new and entirely unexpected sensation. Val had not expected that strong a reaction, but she was pleased. Letting go, she got up and stood next to Marry, the women admiring Val's handiwork.

``I can't believe I didn't think to do this before. Not that we've had access to jewelry for it in a long time, but we could have made something work.''

Val just nodded in response, waiting to see how Matilda reacted once she came to. They didn't have to wait long. Matilda's entire body started shaking, currents of pain still roiling through her.

``Th-thank you- Mistress Val,'' she managed to get out.

Taking stock of her body, there was a tightness in her nipples, the skin stretched by the metal bars through them. It wasn't unpleasant, and she took a moment to focus on it, really enjoy the feeling. Moving her attentions lower, she realized the insides of her thighs were sticky and wet. ``Oh fuck, I came from that didn't I?'' she thought to herself. ``Mom's so gonna use that against me. I can't wait. Oh, mom...''

``Mistress, mother? I have a request.''

``What is it, Slut?'' Val replied.

``I would like you to give me a piercing too, mom. To show that you own me.''

Marry moaned at the request.

``Your submission is delicious, darling. Hm. Ask Mistress Val if she has any rings, and if she will let you have them,'' Marry instructed her daughter.

``Mistress Val, do you have any rings with you?'' Matilda asked, wondering where her mom would put them. And how many she intended to use.

``I do,'' Val responded, answering only what she was asked and nothing more.

``May I have them?''

``Beg better, Slut.''

Matilda grinned. The piercing had merely whetted her appetite for pain.

``Not like you'll find a better bitch to use them on,'' she sniped.

Val took three steps over and bent down, flicking Matilda's right nipple. The Cinderace yelped, her tits still overly sensitive from the piercing. Valentine took hold of the left.

``Try again, Slut,''

``Oh, Mistress Val, please will you let mommy put your rings in me?'' she asked again, her voice overly saccharine and exaggerated.

Val twisted, not as hard as she had the first time, just enough to elicit a hiss from Matilda.

``Last chance. Try again, and if I don't like how you beg I will rip these new piercings right out of your tits.''

``Nnng, shit. Ah- Mistress Val, I need them. I need your needle in me, I need my mom to own me. Please, fuck. Please let her pierce me.''

Valentine let go, satisfied with the genuine lust and desire she heard in Matilda's voice.

``There's a good slut,'' she said, walking over to pull a small plastic case out of her bag.

She held it out to Marry who took it and opened it, sifting around through the assorted jewelry. She got out a set of 4 matching rings, stainless steel but with tiny red gems that matched Matilda's fiery nature. Marry walked over to Matilda and placed a foot on the girl's chest, shoving her back hard so she fell over, unable to stop herself in her bound state. She yelped when she hit, thankful that their floor wasn't any harder or her braincase might have dented.

``Lift your legs, girl. Mommy's going to put these in a very special place.''

Of course, Matilda couldn't lift her legs. They were still tied to her wrists, and they were tied back under her. Marry grabbed her ankles and yanked them up, finally popping Matilda's shoulders completely out of their sockets with a loud snap. There was a quiet sizzling as well as a few wires broke, exposed in the open joints.

Marry bent down and got to work, using Valentine's needle to run four symmetrical holes through her daughter's labia, putting a ring through each one. Matilda came from the third piercing, orgasm rolling through the fourth, her cum coating her mom's hands. Once she had the rings in, she followed Val's lead and gave the girl's cunt a slap, giving her another orgasm. It wasn't as intense as her nipples, her labia overall less sensitive.

``What a pretty pussy,'' Marry commented, standing up and looking at the little red sparkles between her daughter's legs. ``Once Miss Val has moved on, I'll tie those off and lock that little cunt up for myself.''

Matilda moaned, reveling in the sense of ownership that gave her. She would hate having something blocking her entrance, but giving even greater control of it to her mom was its own bliss. Not to mention having the piercings down there would probably make dildos and vibrators feel even better. She couldn't wait to find out.

-

Marry grabbed Matilda's ankle and shoved, giving the girl a spin as she hung suspended from the bolts in the stone roof. The Lopunny smiled, watching the little red gems in Matilda's pussy piercings glint as she rotated. She had awoken that morning to her mom sitting on her face while Valentine hogtied her, arms and legs straight up in the air. She hadn't wanted her mother to get up, happily tonguing both holes as Val did her work, not resisting. They had dragged her from her bed and across the floor before hoisting her up and tying her like a roast to the ceiling.

After letting her go around a few times, Marry stopped her spin, head pointed towards where Val was finishing up lubricating a double-ended dildo. Matilda watched as her mother walked over and sat down on the ground, spreading her legs, gently fingering herself to trigger her sex unit's pumps, slippery lube oozing from her pussy.

``Don't look away,'' Val instructed her. ``Watch your mommy fucking this pussy I know you want so badly.''

Matilda smirked, knowing Mistress thought it would pain her to see her mom getting to take what she wanted, but it was far from the first time.

``Whatever, she's cucked me before,'' Matilda chimed in. ``Don't use me as your excuse to be a ho.''

Valentine's eyes flashed.

``Sent me pics of her fucking my girlfriend while I was on a damn job, the hussy. At least now I get to see it happening, it's not even nearly as -'' she continued on, knowing she was digging herself deeper.

The Gardevoir obliged her provocations, standing and walking over to the suspended doll. She gave the curvy bitch a quick jab in the side with her hand, electromotors ramming it into the soft gap between two abdominal plates and stretching them apart.

``That shut you up, didn't it, Slut?'' she asked, the searing pain indeed overriding Matilda's speech circuits for a moment. ``Now, you'll be a good girl and watch Mistress and mommy get laid, won't you.'' It was a command, not a question.

Yes, Mistress she replied, her voice flat and running on backup subroutines to cut through the signal noise coming from her abdomen as the plates separated around Valentine's hand, threatening to pop wireguides and motor mounts off of the inside.

``Good Slut,'' Val said, removing her hand and returning to the luscious Lopunny on the floor, not giving the girl a second thought.

Matilda groaned, biting her lip as the pain subsided. She watched as the women began to insert the thick double-ended toy into their pussies, the no less arousing because it was upside down from her perspective. The tips of her ears brushed the floor as she hung there, head tilted back. She did wish that she was on one end of the dildo, but she knew they loved using her too much not to give it to her at some point. Her mom hadn't even tied off her piercings to block her pussy, so they clearly expected to make use of it later.

Valentine leaned back and rested on her elbows.

``Fuck me.''

Marry was more than happy to oblige, gripping the stiff rubber cylinder with both hands and beginning to work it back and forth, pumping it in and out of their cunts. Her motions slowly picked up speed, moving like a reciprocating piston. The little shelter was filled with the sounds of their sex, the wet squishing sounds as the slick dildo split their pussy lips, lusty moans and deep grunts each time it bottomed out inside them. Their audience also moaned appreciatively, enjoying the show though she was a little frustrated she couldn't reach between her own legs to address her growing arousal.

Keeping one arm on the floor to prop her up, Valentine used her other hand to tug at her nipples, twisting and pinching them, then stroking her fingertips down between her big breasts, down her flat stomach until she reached her clit. She alternated between rubbing it in little circles and giving herself little slaps, the sting a bright spike heightening the pleasure of the thick toy filling her pussy. It wasn't the thickest dildo she had, but it provided a wonderful fullness. Not to mention Marry's arms were working doubletime, slamming the fake cock back and forth. The coppery scent of hot metal and oil began to mix with the other smells of their bodies' lubricants, as Marry ignored safety alerts and taxed the motors in her arms and shoulders beyond their design ratings.

The women locked eyes, a spark of lust shooting between them as they approached their climaxes. There was no finesse, no teasing draw-out, no skillful attention to sensitive zones. It was a brute-force fucking, breaching their walls of ecstasy with sheer speed and perseverance. Marry's hands became a blur, moving too fast even for the photocells in the pokedoll's eyes to track.

Breaking the gaze, both Marry and Valentine's eyelids started to flutter, their mouths open in silent gasps until finally they not only reached their edge but blew right past it, falling hard off the cliff of pleasure into their orgasm. Their minds were filled with static as they came, spurting more lube onto the dildo, coating each other's thighs in thick cum from their pussies. Marry's arms stopped moving, loud hissing accompanying the bursts of steam coming from her shoulders as her system tried desperately to cool down.

Valentine climbed out of the fog of her orgasm quickly, putting both palms on the ground and pushing herself to her feet. The dildo slipped out of her cunt with a wet schlorp, thudding onto the floor. Though she had cum, she wasn't satisfied. It merely strengthened a desire, a need she had been suppressing since the pair had ``taken her in,'' allowing her to ride out the worst of the winter in their warm - and admittedly wonderfully sexual - shelter. But she had shown restraint, even when she pierced Matilda's nipples, she had held back.

She retrieved an implement from her bag, walking to where Marry could see it. All that Matilda could tell was that it looked metal, glinting in the red glow from the fireplace, though she couldn't make heads or tails of the design. Though Marry was still deep in her ecstasy, her body struggling to dump its waste heat and preventing her pleasure circuits from purging. Still, she could make out the symbol formed by the bent wiring that ran back to a simple taped-up handle. Though the mega-Lopunny was in no state to object, she appreciated the implied request for permission from the other domme.

``Why bother asking?'' Marry questioned. ``You must know by know she's yours as much as mine.''

``She remains your daughter,'' Val said softly, ``but yes. I will claim what is now mine.''

The Gardevoir stepped over to the fireplace and shoved the bent wire into the coals, holding it there until she could feel it starting to burn through the tape in her palm. Behind her, she heard Matilda whimper as understanding hit. She stood and walked over to the doll still hanging hog-tied from the ceiling. Marry was watching, arms in no state to function though her head was clearing and the steam venting from her shoulders had slowed to a quiet hiss. Holding the brand in her left hand, she reached up and deftly worked one of the knots, the entire tie coming undone at once and dropping the doll onto the floor with a hard thunk. Her limbs flopped down, motionless for a moment as the impact dazed her.

``You don't need to be restrained for this, do you?'' Valentine asked, holding the red-hot brand near Matilda's face.

She recognized it now, a simple leaf design, the outline formed by a folded and bent paper clip. Though she still had no idea where Val was going to place her mark, she was not about to deny it. Her mind was full of fear, but that only enhanced her arousal. Unable to voice her assent, she merely shook her head.

``Good. Spread.''

Matilda spread her feet, exposing her cunt.

``Oh god,'' she whispered and closed her eyes. She didn't want to see it coming and anticipate the pain, risking an instinctive flinch that might screw up the brand.

``I thought what your mother said was actually rather poetic. You are as much hers as you are mine. It's fitting that our marks of ownership share the same space, wouldn't you think?''

Without waiting for an answer, she lined up the brand and pushed it into Matilda's body, pressing it into the soft mound just above the Cinderace's cunt. The leaf symbol seared into her body, the wires hot enough to burn away the soft rubber instead of just melting it. It smelled terrible.

Matilda thought she was ready. She wasn't. She screamed.

Val held it there for a count to ten and then pulled back, leaving the scorched mark, clear and crisp, just above Matilda's cunt. She shuddered as the doll's cry of pain filled the room, feeding her lust. She wanted to hear it again, hear it anew. She didn't want to stop there.

Matilda had stopped screaming. She was breathing hard, coolant redirecting to her crotch and flowing back to the heat exchangers in her chest to release it into each exhalation. Beyond the pain, the sense of ownership was more intense than anything she had ever experienced. Not when her mom had pierced her pussy, not even when Marry had shot her to disable her and drag her home. Now there was an indelible mark, something that only removing her very skin could remove.

Once the initial shock had abated, her pussy started to twitch. She could feel it pulsing, moments of ecstasy cutting through the pain from her crotch. Her face was still screwed up in a rictus of agony, muscles frozen in place while all of her processing power was trying to handle the rush of inputs from her crotch. Matilda was on the edge of orgasm, her inner muscles quivering despite her anguish.

``Your body is mine, Slut,'' Val said.

``Yes, Mistress Valentine.''

She paused.

``Your life is mine.''

``Yes, Mistress Valentine,'' she said emphatically, without hesitation. ``Oh god, does she mean?... I don't know if I want to stop her...would mom?

There was a gentle touch on Val's arm and she turned to see Marry standing there, a crooked smile on her face.

``Not this time,'' she said.

``Big words from you, mom.''

Marry grimaced.

``That was an accident, baby. I- I let myself lose control.''

``Yeah but you liked it didn't you,'' Matilda teased.

``I- That's not the point.''

Val was intrigued by the conversation, and more than a little aroused by the implication that Matilda had decommissioned a girl before. Still, despite her desire, she was willing to accept Marry's rebuff. There was that tantalizing ``this time'' that could be revisited later.

``Would you be so kind as to pin her again?''

Marry obliged, mimicking her earlier method by simply sitting on her daughter's face, grinding her cunt and ass against the girl's lips.

``I think we'll start with the hands,'' Val said, taking Matilda's left hand and grabbing a finger in between a pair of pliers.

She pulled straight out, watching as first the wiring was exposed, then the connecting rods. Little motors whirred as they strained against the stretch until finally the index finger came completely off, breaking steel and copper. Matilda groaned into her mother's crotch, pausing her cunnilingus until Marry flicked her nipple in admonition.

Val did the same with every finger on the Cinderace's hand, leaving five quietly sparking holes at the knuckles where they used to be. She took the longest one, licking it seductively, then reached behind herself and pushed it into her asshole. Marry chuckled, enjoying the creative way that Val was fingering herself. With a grin the domme pushed a second finger inside, then the third went into her pussy, easily sliding in the wet hole.

``Your arm next, perhaps?'' she said, though no answer would have stopped her.

Matilda nodded and gave a muffled, ``mmhmmph, mmph,'' reveling in the pain.

Val put a foot on Matilda's side as she picked up the doll's left arm, bracing herself. She began to tug, feeling the disconnected fingers shift in her anus as her core tensed up for the pull. She cooed as a series of pops fired off, the actinic flashes accompanied by the smell of ozone as the wires in Matilda's shoulder began to break and short to her inner metal frame. The longer she pulled, the louder the scream from between Marry's thighs, and the wetter her own thighs became. The arm started vibrating, subroutines beyond Matilda's control kicking in, trying to pull it out of Val's grip but it was too late. With a bright flash and squealing sparks the arm finally popped out of its socket. She tossed it aside like it was worthless.

``Let's move on, shall we? Not you, Marry. I need her torso still for this.''

The mega-Lopunny nodded, shifting her weight and squeezing her thighs so that her daughter couldn't move. Val knelt down next to the pair, slipping her hands underneath Marry's round, heavy ass. She closed her eyes for a moment, focusing. Compressors kicked on, pushing hydraulic fluid into pistons. Motors ratcheted springs down tight, everything ready to release a push of energy at once.

She lifted, turning Matilda's hips and legs while the girl's upper body stayed still. Metal creaked as it bent and broke, plastic cracked and shattered. Cogs popped off of their axles as Val managed to rotate Matilda's entire lower unit around so that her ass was facing up though she was still face-up as well. Though the complex differential gearing in her hips was ruined, hydraulic and cooling tubes torn and disconnected, most of the wiring had enough slack to remain connected, sending every indicator of damage to Matilda's brain.

She had stopped licking at her mother's pussy, mouth stuck open in a silent scream. Everything was static. She couldn't discern pleasure from pain as circuits shorted, sending electricity pulsing in the wrong directions or caught in overload loops. Though she didn't know if the damage was reparable, the concern didn't even cross her mind. Every filter capacitor on her board was on the edge of dielectric breakdown as they struggled to store and contain excess current.

Feeling Matilda go slack beneath her, Marry stood, a string of lube connecting her pussy to Matilda's mouth for a moment. She and Val shared a few words, confirming their plans and agreed limits, all completely unheard by the twisted pile of parts that was her daughter. Val sat down cross-legged and gently placed the Cinderace's head in her lap, stroking her ears until light and awareness returned to her eyes.

``You have been a very good girl, Slut.''

Th  k  you  M s trs

``Your body will continue to serve me.''

f  c  rse  istress

``Are you ready to go?''

Y   ma?a Tha k  you m  ?am

Like she had done to Matilda's body, Val twisted her head, rotating it well beyond its tolerances. She grimaced as a shower of sparks singed her own thighs, but it didn't deter her. She twisted until Matilda's head had completely disconnected, detaching entirely from the joint at the neck. The sparks were accompanied by an electronic screech and a loud spurt. Matilda's reserve of lubricant had emptied in a hard squirt, shooting down between her upside-down legs and soaking the earthen floor in the heaviest orgasm she had ever experienced, her mind blanking in a soft wash of white that slowly faded to-

``Should we turn her back on soon?'' Marry asked as the ladies relaxed in bed, their faces coated in each other's cum.

``Mm, I suppose so. I have missed having someone to really torture.''

They both looked over at the misconnected pile of parts that was Matilda's body, pieces rewired and soldered where they shouldn't go, her head sat atop her pelvis, mouth just above the leaf brand on her crotch.

``She's your sub,'' Marry observed.

``Yes, but she's your daughter,'' Val retorted.

Marry laughed and rolled begrudgingly out of bed and walked over, fiddling with something under Matilda's right ear, flipping a switch on.

``Welcome back, Slut.''

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