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Posted using PostyBirb", "writing": "Stolas Has a Change of Parts\n\nBy: RedRocktober\n\n``Well then, ladies,'' Stolas said, his accent smooth and his voice calm, ``I'm sure we can come to some kind of arrangement?''\n\nValentine had a moment of disappointment that she didn't have her bag of tricks with her, full of her favorite implements. She was quite sure she could improvise, however. She did have her knives, and was always a proponent of the idea that hands can make the best tools. It was more intimate, being able to feel the tear of polymer, the spasming muscles, the discharge of electricity as parts were forcibly disconnected. Marry was obviously deferring to her, the more experienced interrogator of the two, waiting for her move. She took another moment to look the slender doll over, ignoring the obscene appendage protruding from between his legs. It had started to lift off the desk they had bound him on from Matilda's slight manual stimulation, pulsing as hydraulic fluid was pumped through it.\n\nThough he was much slimmer than her typical tastes, and of course without even a hint of breasts on his flat chest, she had to admit he had a visual appeal. His waist narrowed before subtly curving outwards to a pair of slender but decidedly feminine hips. He was on his back but she appreciated the way his buttocks squished outwards a bit underneath his body, their firmness keeping his lower back from touching the desk. She would enjoy breaking him. Unwilling, for now, to touch his cock, his heavy balls, despite knowing they were probably the most sensitive parts, she took out a knife and placed its tip against the blue owl's left nipple, dragging it slowly down his taut abdomen. She didn't press inwards, allowing the weight of the blade alone to press against his skin, imparting more the implication of pain than any real discomfort.\n\n``Let's be up front, shall we? We want the code to the safe. What do you want?'' she asked, choosing to be blunt.\n\nShe decided there was no reason to be coy. He would figure out sooner or later that was what they wanted from him, and knowing what it would take to end the punishments they were going to unleash on him should make him more likely to provide it.\n\n``Well, seeing as I'm bound, my freedom, I should say.'' He did keep something back, hoping against hope that Blitzo had survived, or at least that his processor was intact enough to transfer to another body. Stolas didn't want to give them that leverage just yet in case he was alive or salvageable. Blitz didn't have the code and they might do even worse to him.\n\n``This should be quite simple, then,'' Val said with a grin as she leaned over him, the Gardevoir's enormous tits pressing against his chest. ``Give us the code, and you'll have your freedom. The alternative won't be so pleasant.''\n\nValentine punctuated her point with the point of her knife, digging it just into the light blue synthetic skin of the slim owl. Her eyes went wide as he cooed, more a sound of arousal than of pain, magenta irises flashing with a mixture of frustration and excitement. Apparently he was going to be more of a challenge than she had expected, considering he had been hiding from them. She had not expected him to react with outright desire. While it would make it harder to intimidate him and extract what they needed, it also meant she would have to go that much harder, which she was more than happy to do. As much as she loved abusing Matilda, it had been quite a while since she had truly had a prisoner to interrogate and she relished the opportunity.\n\n``Oh of course, that's all it takes is it? Just tell you a few little numbers and you'll cut these straps and just let me on my way? No cross feelings?'' Stolas responded sardonically. His disbelief was obvious.\n\nMarry and Matilda were standing a little bit off from them, giving Valentine room to work. They were both wet, excited to see the dominatrix in action. Matilda in particular was hoping to be able tag in, a little ``good cop'' to Val's ``insanely bad cop.'' The horny Cinderace wanted to ride that plastic pillar between the lanky bot's legs, just waiting for the right opportunity to suggest it. Her mistress had forbid her from touching herself, the denial making her need only that much greater. Maybe I'll frame it as a service, `So you don't have to,' she thought, trying to figure out how to pitch it.\n\nVal was walking around the desk they had tied the avian doll down to, taking stock of their prisoner. His four fully red eyes tracked her, the dual pair lacking any pupils or sclera, an unusual design. Just as he wasn't hers, she wasn't his typical type. Still, he couldn't help but appreciate the size of her massive breasts, the heavy roundness of her ass. Stolas wasn't keen on the way she was appraising him, suspicious that the smoldering desire behind her eyes wasn't simply for his body. The other bot, her body clearly mangled and poorly rebuilt, was eyeing him with a clear, primal lust. He hoped he could work with that, but her demeanor towards the other two made it clear she was on the bottom rung in this triad. The other, the extremely stacked rabbit-looking doll, he was unsure about her. Where she stood in the power dynamics, what her role would be. She was obviously the muscle of the group, the wounds from having just annihilated the entire compound visible across her body. Though he had taken cover once the screaming started, aware his talents generally didn't lie in the realm of hand-to-hand, he hadn't heard more than one voice he didn't recognize.\n\n``Why, yes, dear, that's exactly what I'm proposing,'' she said with as much sincerity as she could muster. She was mostly truthful, as she had not yet decided if he would survive the encounter even if he cooperated. Val was going to let her mood decide that in the moment. ``Do you not trust my word?''\n\nThe owl's beak opened with a guffaw.\n\n``To put it bluntly, dear,'' he said, throwing her word back as an epithet, ``no, I don't. Why should I? I'm at quite the disadvantage here. What's to stop you from shutting me down the moment I utter the final number?''\n\n``Mm, that is a predicament, isn't it? I suppose we'll just have to develop some trust. Let's start simple. You tell me your name,'' she stopped her circling and placed the edge of the blade against Stolas' chest, resting it just below his left nipple. Her thumb was above it, positioned as though she were about to slice a banana, not a prisoner's body. ``- and I won't cut this off?'' she finished her suggestion, the implied threat if he didn't tell her his name quite obvious.\n\n``You first,'' he said, his doubly-paired eyes staring directly at her, cold and unafraid.\n\nWithout hesitation she closed the gap between thumb and blade, the sharp steel easily slipping through the synthetic material, exposing are wire mesh beneath. He hissed, grimacing with the pain, but otherwise undeterred. His body reacted against his will, his sex unit pumping more hydraulic fluid into his massive member, stiffening it as the damage indicators flipped bits. To him this was just slightly aggressive foreplay. It was further than he had expected her to go for her opening gambit and so he recalculated, the two dolls getting the measure of one another.\n\n``Let's try it one more time,'' Val said, leaning across his body rather than walking around to the other side. Her pendulous breasts pressed into his chest, pushing against the frame beneath his skin, exposed in the open hole where his nipple had been. ``Tell me your name,'' she said, this time as a command rather than a request.\n\nHe hesitated, deciding whether to be truthful, to lie, or to hold out altogether. Part of his mind realized that if she escalated from here he might cum without his cock even being touched. The perverse owl seriously entertained the idea for a moment until he felt the pressure of the blade begin to slice into him. He decided it would give them nothing of real value. Besides, having a name for their victim might humanize him in their minds, elicit unintended sympathy.\n\n``Stolas, Prince Goetic,'' he announced, puffing his gray-blue chest up as much as he could, his tone haughty and arrogant despite the fact that he was naked and bound and at the mercy of a trio of obviously sadistic dolls.\n\n``There now, see?'' Valentine said, quickly taking her knife off the male and standing upright. She was only mildly disappointed she hadn't gotten to remove his other nipple. I could always do it later anyway, she thought. ``I'm a woman of my word.''\n\nStolas didn't respond, but her decision to at least temporarily spare his chest did not convince him in the slightest.\n\n``I am Valentine, the beauty over there who slaughtered all of your friends is Matilda. And that stupid bitch is Slut. Ignore her; we do.''\n\nStolas took in all the information, piecing it into his mind, filtering it through, holding on to it to see if he could use it for any sort of edge. He tried not to show any reaction to the knowledge that the white and red-skinned doll was their simple sex toy but he figured that was his angle. He would try to use her obvious lust to try and earn him some time at least, if not ultimately his survival and freedom. The statement that Matilda had killed all his ``friends'' did not escape him. His eyes twitched through a series of micro-expressions, the fact that he had four making them just a little more obvious. Knowing that meant Blitz was dead pained him more than the knife had, though he quickly returned to his calm, largely blank demeanor, making adjustments in his mind about how to use this information.\n\n``Oho, some were perhaps more than friends?'' Val suggested having picked up on the flash of sadness that had come across the round, white owl's face. ``I suppose with that prick'' she said, spitting the word out like the filth it was to her, ``some whore amongst this lot would have been unable to resist.''\n\nShe had also casually waved her hand towards his crotch, carelessly grazing the skin of his member with the tip. A trickle of hydraulic fluid oozed out where it nicked a conduit. The cut elicited another grimace of pain from the bird bot, but it also served to signal the start of sex in earnest in his mind. His cock swelled to its full size, its sheer weight keeping it from standing entirely upright, resting on the heavy orbs hanging beneath. Valentine watched with obvious disgust mingled with fascination.\n\n``So, a little pain is a game to you? I suppose I'll just have to dig a little deeper if you don't give us what we want,'' she said with obvious relish. ``Still, we can work up to the code. How long has your little band been camped here?''\n\nHe considered lying or withholding again, but it wouldn't have served any purpose. Besides, he was looking forward to her anger once she got to the real question and he denied again.\n\n``Three months.''\n\n``Good,'' she nodded. It tracked with their observation of tracks and other evidence of the raiders in the area.\n\n``And how many in the troop?''\n\n``I don't know,'' he said flatly.\n\nVal jammed the knife into his hip, the tip hitting the metal joint and deflecting to the side, narrowly missing the wiring harness that carried the signals to and from his left leg. He was skinny, so the blade wasn't all that deep, but it did scratch a groove into Stolas' metal skeleton.\n\nHe hadn't been ready for that and screamed, vision going white for a moment. His chest rose and fell as his breathing got heavy. Though he didn't cum, his cock did jump.\n\n``How many?'' the busty Gardevoir asked, anger in her voice. She hated having to repeat herself.\n\n``I don't know,'' he said, only the slightest waver in his voice to indicate he still felt the pain of the knife in his hip. His tone was cold; he also hated repeating himself. ``It fluctuated.''\n\n``Fucking guess,'' she commanded, turning the knife so that the blade scraped off a notch of insulation on the wires running by it, a short spark flashing between the copper and steel.\n\n``Twenty'' he hissed, arching his back as much as his restraints would let him.\n\nJust as quickly as she had jammed it in, she pulled the knife out. Behind her she heard Marry's quiet moan and the wet sound of fingers in pussy. Matilda was dripping as well but still following her command not to touch herself. Val turned and looked at the two and got a nod of confirmation from her lover, that there had been around that many raiders in the base.\n\n``What's in the safe?''\n\nHe paused, unsure if he should lie or not. He didn't know what it actually contained, had only seen it open once and he didn't even know if they'd moved things in and out since then. His torturer had not responded well to his lack of knowledge, but if they should get it open and find he had been lying...\n\n``Two boxes, I think, one big and one small. I don't know what's in those and no I couldn't begin to guess'' he said hurriedly, hoping to stave off another stab for the time being.\n\nValentine sneered at him.\n\n``Well, at least we're making progress,'' she said. ``The code.''\n\nHis four red eyes narrowed as he squinted at her.\n\n``All right. All right,'' he said, tossing his head to the side dramatically. ``I'll tell you. Are you ready?''\n\nCooling vanes in Val's head opened with soft hiss, her internal pumps picking up speed as she got excited, impressed with herself for having broken him so quickly. Men. So weak, she thought to herself.\n\n``One,'' he said.\n\n``One,'' Val repeated, making sure Matilda had heard.\n\n``Two,'' the owl-faced doll continued.\n\n``Two,'' she repeated though she hesitated, finding the start of the code a little odd. But then, raiders never were particularly bright.\n\nStolas nodded, confirming she had heard him correctly.\n\n``Three,'' he said with a conspiratorial whisper.\n\nShe glared at him now, not sure she believed him.\n\n``Do you need me to wait so you can write this down? I know three numbers in a row is quite a lot to keep track of,'' he said, his tone patronizing.\n\n``The code,'' she said, her magenta eyes flashing with anger.\n\n``One, two, three, four, five!'' he finished with a smirk.\n\n``That's the code is it? One, two, three, four, five?'' Val asked sardonically.\n\n``None too bright, these raiders. Not like you and your girls.''\n\nWith a deft flick of her wrist, Val flipped the knife and caught it by the blade. Unconcerned by the cut in her palm as she grabbed hold she slammed the pommel down right in the center of all four of Stolas' eyes, the metal hitting with a heavy thud as it impacted his braincase. The four red orbs turned inward as the strike rattled him, scrambling his processor for a moment.\n\n``Ooh, harder daddy,'' he crooned as his vision returned to normal, sensors flickering back to life.\n\nVal curled her lip, then obliged, this time bringing the improvised hammer down on his left shoulder, the force popping it out of socket with a crack. To her disgust his cock throbbed and the blue-skinned bot grinned.\n\n``My boyfriend hits harder than that in foreplay,'' he taunted her, still just dazed enough to let slip that unintended information about his lover.\n\nValentine caught it and turned her back on him to go speak with Marry and Matilda. They conferred in hushed tones whether Marry had seen another male during her slaughter as she didn't remember seeing another cock amongst the bodies. Matilda agreed, and she would have noticed. Stolas was cursing himself internally but there was nothing to do about it now. The information was out and trying to distract or deny it would only make them more sure, more aware of what Blitzy meant to him. After a moment, Marry whispered that she did remember another masculine doll, though there had been no bulge of a cock and balls in his pants when they fought, when she killed him. With a stern word to Matilda to keep an eye on prisoner and still not touch herself they made their way out of the room to go look for the corpse of the one they suspected of being Stolas' ``boyfriend,'' and to bring a few extra items back to aid their torture.\n\nAs soon as they were out of earshot, Matilda hobbled over to the table. Without hesitation she grasped his meaty member, squeezing it, moaning as she worked her hands up and down its length. Stolas moaned as well, the tender sensations a welcome relief. He hissed with pleasure as she cupped his balls, hefting the big orbs, weighing them appreciatively. Without hesitation the Cinderace opened her maw and engulfed his thick rod, pushing her head down as far as she could. Matilda got maybe half of its length in before it bumped the back of her throat.\n\nStolas lifted his head as much as he could, looking down his body at the girl with his dick in her mouth. She cupped his nuts and then encircled his sack, thumb touching forefinger around the rubbery bag just at the spot where it connected to his groin. Matilda yanked hard, pulling herself downwards and forcing the synthetic cock down her throat until her little red nose bumped the owl's pelvis. Not needing to breathe, she held it there and rippled the muscles in her throat, working the length of his shaft.\n\n``Ohh fuck, Blitzy never did that'' Stolas whispered, impressed with her enthusiasm and her skill. ``Quite the Slut indeed.'' He understood why the dominatrix had called her as much.\n\nShe could feel his balls shifting and knew that if she kept it up, stretching his sack and massaging his shaft with her throat, that he would loose his nut before too long. Matilda almost didn't remember the taste of a man's cum, it had been so long, and so for a moment she thought about it but realized she would completely lose her bargaining chip if she got him off so soon. She pulled off of him with a loud pop, a string of drool stretching from its thick head to her lips until it broke.\n\nGrunting as she let go of him, he looked down, chest heaving with lust. Stolas groaned, his load primed and ready to shoot.\n\n``Ooh, sorry about that. Got blue balls, big guy?'' she asked with a smirk, patting the blue-skinned sack, proud of her little joke.\n\nHe was sure he had read her correctly. ``Blue, and big, and full of hot sticky cum. I bet you'd like that inside you, wouldn't you little slut?''\n\n``Fffuck,'' she replied, finding herself wanting to submit to him. His tone was commanding, like he was in control even though his restraints proved otherwise. ``Tell you what, Mr. Big-dick. Give me the code before they get back and I'll make sure they let you live as our slave. You'll get all the `foreplay' you want and shoot that load in me all the time.'' She licked her lips as she finished making her offer, hoping he would take it so she could take it.\n\n``Sit on it first, I'm not going to give that up without being sure that pussy is worth it,'' he insisted, ordered even.\n\nMatilda didn't need to be told twice. As quickly as she could manage her half-busted legs, the horny doll clambered up onto the desk. Turning around to face away from him so he could get a good look at her plump rear, the fat cheeks stretching their bright red synthetic skin, she bent over and took hold of his cock. She looked between her legs, pleased to see that all four of his red eyes were locked on her behind, staring at her exposed holes. With a whump she dropped and took the entire length in one go, his rod bottoming out inside her.\n\n``Holy shhiiitt,'' the owl hissed, losing his composure. He had to admit, it was good pussy. I could be satisfied with serving these three. Better than the alternative, Stolas thought to himself.\n\n``The code,'' Matilda reminded him, grinding her hips against his pelvis before lifting her ass up and dropping back down, riding him reverse-cowgirl.\n\n``Unnf, yes. Ah- it's- ah'' he struggled to reply, his entire focus honing in on his nethers and what her nethers were doing to them. ``It's six, nine, six, nine'' he got out between the loud slaps of her cheeks on his lower abdomen.\n\n``Wait, you fucking with me again?'' Matilda asked, pausing on the up-motion with only his cockhead still inside her.\n\n``No! No, I promise that's it. They're...they're not creative,'' Stolas assured her as he tried to thrust upwards and get his cock buried back in her though the restraints prevented it.\n\n``If it isn't-'' she trailed off in implication. There was very little force behind it, her intimidation skills severely lacking.\n\nToo lost in her lust, it didn't really matter if she believed him or not. Matilda was determined to get his cum. Dropping her hips, she slammed her fat ass against his stomach again with a loud slap, making his cock disappear between her legs. Reaching down she grabbed his balls, tugging on them. She could feel the heavy orbs shifting, pulling up towards his body and knew they were about to pump their contents into her. Both bots were breathing heavy, heat exchangers in their chests working hard to keep them at operational temperatures. Inside her cunt she could feel the thick head swelling as she rode him, about to burst.\n\nsplash\n\n``SSSSHIT'' Matilda yelled, her voice drowning out the similar exclamation from the owl behind her as the ice cold water hit her.\n\nMatilda looked up and saw little more than a brown blur before she was lifted up by a pair of hands around her neck and thrown to the floor. More than the shock of the cold water, more than the pain of the impact, she was most upset at having an empty cunt. Internally she admonished herself for not moving faster, getting Stolas to cum quicker before her mother and Mistress returned.\n\n``Filthy fucking whore'' Val spat at her. ``And you,'' she said, turning her attention to the owl, ``I suppose you thought you'd just get your rocks off and keep the code to yourself, hm?''\n\nStrapped to the desk he was moaning. His balls hurt, having prepared their load only having to cancel the command at the last moment, leaving his seed stuck in the tubes that led from his balls to his cock. A rather un-manly scream escaped his beak as another splash of the icy water doused him, this time hitting him full on. The sudden change from warm cunt to ice water on his genitals was a shock, his mind scrambling to process the input.\n\nVal was particularly annoyed that she had needed to use the ice water, having wanted to hold on to it and torture him slowly, dripping it in strategic places. Matilda's actions had forced her hand, and now she was considering much more drastic action. The submissive Cinderace's brattiness kicked in, however, and she decided she was not going to tell her Mistress that Stolas had given up the code.\n\nHoping to give him the emotional equivalent to the ice water, Val waved a hand at Mary. She could not let her anger at her stupid slut get in the way of her interrogation. Mary understood the gesture and stepped forward, dragging a bright red body with her and held it up.\n\n``Is this your dear, sweet little boyfriend?'' Val asked with a sneer.\n\nStolas looked over and wilted. Sure enough, it was Blitz, his striped horns unmistakable. The bird bot's cock stirred again despite being distraught. Even deactivated, the doll's body got his lust rising. Its broad, masculine shoulders, the visible musculature on the lean frame, and between his legs the sweetest, softest pussy Stolas had ever had. The lips were puffy and symmetrical, split right down the middle by an enticing slit. That slit hid the dual treasures of an incredibly tight hole and the always-hard nubbin of his clit. ``Love'' wasn't exactly the word he would have used to describe their relationship, but he did care for the little shit, even if Blitz was just using him for sex. But it was good sex. The owl's eyes traveled up to Blitzy's head and he knew the likelihood that any code had survived whatever weapon had opened the hole through his forehead was slim. The ragged edge of his red skin was shredded around an uneven opening in exposed aluminum.\n\n``I take that as a yes,'' Val continued.\n\nStolas nodded, once again recalculating his options. He'd given up the code to the safe, his only real leverage, and even though that big-booty bitch was being tight-lipped about it for now, he knew it was a matter of time before she revealed that. His boyfriend was deactivated, and while he grieved more what the relationship could have become than what it was, it did sever his only tie of loyalty to the raider band. He had nothing now to live for except himself; to Stolas, that was quite the compelling cause. Valentine had to do a little recalculating herself. Despite the obvious impact seeing Blitz's body had, it was now a spent chip. She was confident in her ability to get the information she wanted despite it.\n\n``I can see why, he does have a lovely cunt. And a cute ass, despite being so small. Well, with him dead I don't think you'll be needing these.'' To punctuate her statement she smacked each of his balls, slapping the large nuts one after the other, each impact eliciting a yelp from the owl. ``Yes, I think we'll remove the whole thing. Punishment for using it without permission, you see,'' she said as though she were explaining to a child why she had to take the crayon away after finding scribbles on the living room walls.\n\nShe grabbed his shaft and began to pull, the grimace on her face a mixture of delight and disgust, taking pleasure in the torture but hating what she had to touch to inflict it. At first it felt good, the pressure of her palm around his rod, the sensation as she stretched it out away from his pelvis. Then it began to hurt as elastomers reached the limits of their stretchiness, wires tugged at their connectors. Even that pain felt good, though, it was just enough to send more fluid surging back into his cock to stiffen it. Val didn't stop there, however, and he knew if he didn't do something now he was about to lose a part of himself he held quite dear.\n\n``Wait!'' he shouted in a panic, mind racing to piece together a solution, ``wait.''\n\nTo his surprise, she did actually stop pulling. He saw a narrow way out and took his shot.\n\n``What, are you going to give me the code? It's much to late for that.''\n\n``No,'' he shook his head. ``Well, not yet. But that's not what I was going to propose.''\n\n``I'm listening,'' Val replied, willing to take the excuse to let go of his plastic pole.\n\n``I can see you're not a fan cock,'' he started, ``but seem to be quite the cunt connoisseurs. Your Slut's is delectable- a thousand pardons for that of course I had no choice in the matter what with these restraints- and as you noted my boyfriend's is- was- also top tier pussy. What if-'' he paused for dramatic effect. ``What if you replaced my cock with Blitzy's cunny.''\n\n``Oh fuck,'' Marry whispered, the unorthodox idea immediately turning her on.\n\n``Swap your sex units?'' Val mused. ``No, no. Your programming's all wrong. It wouldn't work right,'' she decided, shaking her head.\n\nMarry was determined to make it work, however, immediately taken by the thought of having this feminine owl serving them with his deactivated boyfriend's cunt. She set the imp doll's body on the floor and started prying open panels, poking at DIP switches and watching the different LEDs that flashed their diagnostic code. Even if his core processor was slagged, the ancillary sex processor might have sufficient code still intact to let Stolas, and them, use his pussy.\n\n``Do you think you can salvage it?'' Stolas asked, only barely keeping his desperation from his voice.\n\nMarry didn't bother answering, busy poking about in the guts of the imp. Val returned her attention to the prisoner and reached out to grasp his semi-flaccid rod once more.\n\n``Well, swappable or not, you won't be needing this any longer.''\n\nValentine yanked, the sickening sound of ripping rubber audible just before Stolas screamed, screwing all four of his red eyes shut against the overwhelming pain, the damage signals hot across his circuits. The sadistic Gardevoir had not completely removed it but the skin had completely torn around the base, exposing the hydraulics as well as the bundles of numerous wires that run to the multitude of pleasure sensors focused under the head. Several of those wires broke and the bare copper ends were sparking against his metal chassis.\n\nShe pulled again, his package now only loosely attached. The gold plated ``male'' end of the 10-pin connector was visible, though it was no longer sufficiently seated for them to conduct electricity through the ``female'' end, the socket embedded in the base of his cock. His balls dangled freely below his dick as they pulled away together. Stolas' mind was scrambling to shut off inputs as the various sex sensors flared and went dark. Val was extremely wet, her thighs coated with her sticky juices. With a glare at Matilda, Val instructed her slut to go find some scissors before turning back to the owl.\n\n``Ready to be de-dicked?'' she asked, absolute glee in her voice.\n\n``No, wait-''\n\nbbzzzzzttt\n\nWith the soft whine of servomotors in her arms, Valentine tugged at the sex unit, stretching the wires and fluid lines close to the breaking point. Without warning she jammed it back in, but slightly askew. There was a sickening crunch as the two ends of the connector failed to properly mate and several of the pins bent. Stolas blacked out for a few seconds, his mind protecting itself from the deluge of damage warnings and pain alarms.\n\nWhen he came to he looked down and let out a quiet whine eyes struggling to focus through the overwhelming pain, He saw Valentine standing on the desk, her magenta eyes bright with sadistic lust, and a pair of scissors in her hand. There was so much pain coming from between his legs he hadn't even noticed the cool sensation of steel against the base of his ballsack.\n\n``It's been so long since I've done a gelding!''\n\nHer glee was unabashed as she slowly snipped through the last wire connecting. His package hit the desk with a few loud thuds, but Stolas didn't hear it. His vision went blank and his beak opened in a silent scream. On the desk Val shuddered, taken by an orgasm, and squirting all over the disembodied ballsack and throbbing cock. After she had finished, she got off the desk and went over to where Marry was working on the imp doll.\n\n``So, is it salvageable?''\n\n``Seems like it,'' Marry replied, ``I should be able to flash his sex unit with this one so he feels more female, and then install the pussy. I'll just need to find a few more tools from around the compound.''\n\n``You know, it could be nice to have another cunt around,'' Val mused. ``He's skinny but with that pussy on him? Mm.''\n\nMarry nodded, licking her lips as she stood and walked back out to go find what she needed to make the transfer. Val went to the side of the desk and picked up the little bucket that had a bit of water left in the bottom. She could see Stolas still wasn't entirely with them, each of his four eyes blinking out of sync, trying to process the pain of his complete castration. Uncaring, she dumped the remainder of the cold water on his face.\n\nThe shock was enough to cut through the signal noise and bring him around, his red eyes focusing on the Gardevoir's face. He was still reeling, but he could spare enough processing power to follow her proposal. Val leaned over the desk, heavy breasts pressing into his side, her nipples still stiff from the excitement of removing his manhood. The soft, squishy titties were creating confusion inside him as his sex unit attempted to send arousal signals to a cock that wasn't there, shutting down the process as it received null responses, only to try again milliseconds later.\n\nVal explained as Marry and Matilda looked on that they were willing to take him up on his suggestion to install his deactivated boyfriend's pussy, provided he was willing to live as their slave. Stolas nodded, struggling to find his voice as the pain in his groin only slowly began to subside. It was exactly what he had intended to propose, seeing it as the most likely way for him to survive the three sadistic women, but had not been able to before Val ripped his cock of.\n\nShe explained their concern that without overwriting his sex processor's programming with female code, his cunt wouldn't be usable, and if his pussy didn't work he was of no use to them. So, Val described Matilda's plan to flash his unit with what remained of Blitzy's code. His vision wavered as fresh grief welled up, realizing that in a twisted way, some part of Blitz would live on in him, in many respects it was the part Blitz would have most wanted to carry on. He closed his eyes and nodded.\n\n``Well, I wasn't asking your permission but it'll certainly go easier if you don't fight it,'' Val said as she stood up and stepped away from the desk, giving Matilda room to work.\n\nThe buxom Lopunny set an armful of parts on the desk. Without warning she grabbed a pair of alligator clips and jammed her hand up the hole left by Stolas' castration, feeling for the small conductive squares at the corners of his sex processor and hooking the jump wires to them. Before continuing she turned to Matilda and just pointed at her ass. The bottom bitch understood, knowing that her mother sometimes struggled to focus on detail work when she was horny and she was ordering the girl to eat her out while she worked. Always happy to have her tongue in her mom's holes the Cinderace complied, scooting around on her knees until her face was directly behind Marry's big cheeks before leaning forward, shoving her nose in and greedily licking at her mother's pussy and asshole.\n\nThe room was filled with the slurping sounds of Matilda's mouth, Marry's quiet grunts of pleasure, and similar gasps and groans from Stolas as she rooted around inside his groin. Once she had the two sexual processors connected, she pushed a tab in and began flashing the software over to the bound owl.\n\nAll of his focus immediately turned to the re-write. It was an odd feeling, not a physical sensation but a washing away of one. As his code shifted, he discovered he was losing the awareness of his missing cock, it no longer felt wrong to have no balls. Subroutines activated as they were called up to be deleted and replaced. He was overwhelmed with the desire to bend Marry over and stretch her asshole open, painting her bowels with his cum before that was replaced with the equally strong need to spread his legs and get railed. The need to grab his shaft and pump it until he shot a thick load was traded for the need to dip his fingers into his cunt, rubbing his clit in circles until a quivering orgasm washed over him.\n\nEven once the re-write was complete and he no longer felt the loss of his cock and balls, he still had the awareness of something missing, a feeling of being incomplete. Marry got to work installing Blitzy's cunt into the space where his balls had been while Matilda continued her work on her mother's nethers. Without access to good tools it was going to be a challenge, but she was up for it. Using a small knife she stripped away insulation from the ends of the wires, exposing enough conductive material that she could twist them together to make connections. Each time she did, hooking a new wire to Stolas' sex unit his body jolted, working to activate drivers for the new inputs and outputs. There was electrical tape on hand, the raiders had simple repair kits, but she chose to leave the wiring exposed. If it bumped metal or other wires every once in a while, well that would just introduce some entertaining cross-signals.\n\n``Last step'' Marry said, her voice breathy as her daughter's oral ministrations were working her close to her peak, just finishing straightening the pins back out so the cunt would connect.\n\nStolas looked down his body at the trail of wires and narrow tubes extending from his crotch to the rubber coated plastic cylinder in Marry's hand. He sighed a last sigh of lament, seeing the wires sticking up in a bundle from his crotch where his enormous tool used to hang.\n\n``Well, the red will look rather striking, won't it?'' he joked.\n\nMarry grinned and bucked her hips against Matilda's face, grinding her clit against the Cinderace's snout to push her over the edge. She came as she jammed the bot's new cunt inside the cavity waiting for it, giving little effort to making sure the pins at the back end aligned with the waiting connector. With a click it was installed and Stolas gasped, taking in all of the new sensations of Blitzy's- of his- pussy. Standing upright, Marry stepped back and helped Matilda to her feet. The three women looked at their new toy, each one fantasizing about different ways they would use her.\n\n``Well, I suppose if I am to be part of your little clan, it would do for us to take the good loot together,'' Stolas suggested. ``As a show of good faith, perhaps you would allow me to open the safe for you?''\n\nMatilda shot him a coy smile, silently thanking him for not outing the fact that she had already gotten the code from him. It was a self-serving decision on his part, however, as he suspected that the both of them might suffer for having withheld that info. Val and Marry conferred, agreeing that they would let him up. As they untied his restraints, their massive breasts brushed his body in various places. Stolas found it interesting that the contact made him just as horny as it did before, though the arousal resulted in dramatically different sensations below. There was no swelling of his cock, no shifting of his heavy balls to begin churning out his seed. Instead, there was a tingling, almost an itch between his legs, a strong need to rub his crotch on something. He did feel a familiar clicking below his stomach, pumps sending fluid to his nethers, the silicone grease acting as lubricant rather than precum.\n\nOnce he was up, the three followed him to the safe, Marry close behind with a long knife, the threat if he made a wrong move obvious without having to say it. Stolas bent over to punch the code in the keypad, his tail lifting as he did. The owl let out a sultry moan when he felt a swat on his ass.\n\n``Mm, small but perky,'' Val said appreciatively.\n\nAt last, the moment arrived. The door swung open with a quiet squeak of the metal hinges and the girls crowded around him to see what was inside. They hadn't realized the safe had been built into the wall of the raider's compound and was basically the size of a small closet to them.\n\n``Fucking JACKPOT'' Matilda shouted, spotting a case of code spikes, the vials containing neutered computer viruses that still had enough malicious programming to temporarily scramble their processors, the bot equivalent of getting stoned.\n\nIn the back, however, was the real jackpot. There sat a complete six-pack of Quim-o-Cola, unopened. Val pushed through the rest and walked over to them, the tops of the cans at hip-height. She tapped the side of one, feeling the impact reverberate back to her through the fluid inside, confirming that it was full and still under pressure. Despite the stickiness of the sugary drinks, the dolls adored soda. The raiders had done well to find them, and the ladies had done even better to relieve them of their fortune.\n\n``Well well, perhaps you're good for more than your pussy,'' Val said, though she was really looking forward to enjoying his pussy.\n\nStraightening himself up, regaining some of his regal bearing, Stolas dramatically placed a hand on his chest. ``I am at your service,'' he said with a lofty tone.\n\n PAGE 13 \n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Stolas Has a Change of Parts

By: RedRocktober

``Well then, ladies,'' Stolas said, his accent smooth and his voice calm, ``I'm sure we can come to some kind of arrangement?''

Valentine had a moment of disappointment that she didn't have her bag of tricks with her, full of her favorite implements. She was quite sure she could improvise, however. She did have her knives, and was always a proponent of the idea that hands can make the best tools. It was more intimate, being able to feel the tear of polymer, the spasming muscles, the discharge of electricity as parts were forcibly disconnected. Marry was obviously deferring to her, the more experienced interrogator of the two, waiting for her move. She took another moment to look the slender doll over, ignoring the obscene appendage protruding from between his legs. It had started to lift off the desk they had bound him on from Matilda's slight manual stimulation, pulsing as hydraulic fluid was pumped through it.

Though he was much slimmer than her typical tastes, and of course without even a hint of breasts on his flat chest, she had to admit he had a visual appeal. His waist narrowed before subtly curving outwards to a pair of slender but decidedly feminine hips. He was on his back but she appreciated the way his buttocks squished outwards a bit underneath his body, their firmness keeping his lower back from touching the desk. She would enjoy breaking him. Unwilling, for now, to touch his cock, his heavy balls, despite knowing they were probably the most sensitive parts, she took out a knife and placed its tip against the blue owl's left nipple, dragging it slowly down his taut abdomen. She didn't press inwards, allowing the weight of the blade alone to press against his skin, imparting more the implication of pain than any real discomfort.

``Let's be up front, shall we? We want the code to the safe. What do you want?'' she asked, choosing to be blunt.

She decided there was no reason to be coy. He would figure out sooner or later that was what they wanted from him, and knowing what it would take to end the punishments they were going to unleash on him should make him more likely to provide it.

``Well, seeing as I'm bound, my freedom, I should say.'' He did keep something back, hoping against hope that Blitzo had survived, or at least that his processor was intact enough to transfer to another body. Stolas didn't want to give them that leverage just yet in case he was alive or salvageable. Blitz didn't have the code and they might do even worse to him.

``This should be quite simple, then,'' Val said with a grin as she leaned over him, the Gardevoir's enormous tits pressing against his chest. ``Give us the code, and you'll have your freedom. The alternative won't be so pleasant.''

Valentine punctuated her point with the point of her knife, digging it just into the light blue synthetic skin of the slim owl. Her eyes went wide as he cooed, more a sound of arousal than of pain, magenta irises flashing with a mixture of frustration and excitement. Apparently he was going to be more of a challenge than she had expected, considering he had been hiding from them. She had not expected him to react with outright desire. While it would make it harder to intimidate him and extract what they needed, it also meant she would have to go that much harder, which she was more than happy to do. As much as she loved abusing Matilda, it had been quite a while since she had truly had a prisoner to interrogate and she relished the opportunity.

``Oh of course, that's all it takes is it? Just tell you a few little numbers and you'll cut these straps and just let me on my way? No cross feelings?'' Stolas responded sardonically. His disbelief was obvious.

Marry and Matilda were standing a little bit off from them, giving Valentine room to work. They were both wet, excited to see the dominatrix in action. Matilda in particular was hoping to be able tag in, a little ``good cop'' to Val's ``insanely bad cop.'' The horny Cinderace wanted to ride that plastic pillar between the lanky bot's legs, just waiting for the right opportunity to suggest it. Her mistress had forbid her from touching herself, the denial making her need only that much greater. Maybe I'll frame it as a service, `So you don't have to,' she thought, trying to figure out how to pitch it.

Val was walking around the desk they had tied the avian doll down to, taking stock of their prisoner. His four fully red eyes tracked her, the dual pair lacking any pupils or sclera, an unusual design. Just as he wasn't hers, she wasn't his typical type. Still, he couldn't help but appreciate the size of her massive breasts, the heavy roundness of her ass. Stolas wasn't keen on the way she was appraising him, suspicious that the smoldering desire behind her eyes wasn't simply for his body. The other bot, her body clearly mangled and poorly rebuilt, was eyeing him with a clear, primal lust. He hoped he could work with that, but her demeanor towards the other two made it clear she was on the bottom rung in this triad. The other, the extremely stacked rabbit-looking doll, he was unsure about her. Where she stood in the power dynamics, what her role would be. She was obviously the muscle of the group, the wounds from having just annihilated the entire compound visible across her body. Though he had taken cover once the screaming started, aware his talents generally didn't lie in the realm of hand-to-hand, he hadn't heard more than one voice he didn't recognize.

``Why, yes, dear, that's exactly what I'm proposing,'' she said with as much sincerity as she could muster. She was mostly truthful, as she had not yet decided if he would survive the encounter even if he cooperated. Val was going to let her mood decide that in the moment. ``Do you not trust my word?''

The owl's beak opened with a guffaw.

``To put it bluntly, dear,'' he said, throwing her word back as an epithet, ``no, I don't. Why should I? I'm at quite the disadvantage here. What's to stop you from shutting me down the moment I utter the final number?''

``Mm, that is a predicament, isn't it? I suppose we'll just have to develop some trust. Let's start simple. You tell me your name,'' she stopped her circling and placed the edge of the blade against Stolas' chest, resting it just below his left nipple. Her thumb was above it, positioned as though she were about to slice a banana, not a prisoner's body. ``- and I won't cut this off?'' she finished her suggestion, the implied threat if he didn't tell her his name quite obvious.

``You first,'' he said, his doubly-paired eyes staring directly at her, cold and unafraid.

Without hesitation she closed the gap between thumb and blade, the sharp steel easily slipping through the synthetic material, exposing are wire mesh beneath. He hissed, grimacing with the pain, but otherwise undeterred. His body reacted against his will, his sex unit pumping more hydraulic fluid into his massive member, stiffening it as the damage indicators flipped bits. To him this was just slightly aggressive foreplay. It was further than he had expected her to go for her opening gambit and so he recalculated, the two dolls getting the measure of one another.

``Let's try it one more time,'' Val said, leaning across his body rather than walking around to the other side. Her pendulous breasts pressed into his chest, pushing against the frame beneath his skin, exposed in the open hole where his nipple had been. ``Tell me your name,'' she said, this time as a command rather than a request.

He hesitated, deciding whether to be truthful, to lie, or to hold out altogether. Part of his mind realized that if she escalated from here he might cum without his cock even being touched. The perverse owl seriously entertained the idea for a moment until he felt the pressure of the blade begin to slice into him. He decided it would give them nothing of real value. Besides, having a name for their victim might humanize him in their minds, elicit unintended sympathy.

``Stolas, Prince Goetic,'' he announced, puffing his gray-blue chest up as much as he could, his tone haughty and arrogant despite the fact that he was naked and bound and at the mercy of a trio of obviously sadistic dolls.

``There now, see?'' Valentine said, quickly taking her knife off the male and standing upright. She was only mildly disappointed she hadn't gotten to remove his other nipple. I could always do it later anyway, she thought. ``I'm a woman of my word.''

Stolas didn't respond, but her decision to at least temporarily spare his chest did not convince him in the slightest.

``I am Valentine, the beauty over there who slaughtered all of your friends is Matilda. And that stupid bitch is Slut. Ignore her; we do.''

Stolas took in all the information, piecing it into his mind, filtering it through, holding on to it to see if he could use it for any sort of edge. He tried not to show any reaction to the knowledge that the white and red-skinned doll was their simple sex toy but he figured that was his angle. He would try to use her obvious lust to try and earn him some time at least, if not ultimately his survival and freedom. The statement that Matilda had killed all his ``friends'' did not escape him. His eyes twitched through a series of micro-expressions, the fact that he had four making them just a little more obvious. Knowing that meant Blitz was dead pained him more than the knife had, though he quickly returned to his calm, largely blank demeanor, making adjustments in his mind about how to use this information.

``Oho, some were perhaps more than friends?'' Val suggested having picked up on the flash of sadness that had come across the round, white owl's face. ``I suppose with that prick'' she said, spitting the word out like the filth it was to her, ``some whore amongst this lot would have been unable to resist.''

She had also casually waved her hand towards his crotch, carelessly grazing the skin of his member with the tip. A trickle of hydraulic fluid oozed out where it nicked a conduit. The cut elicited another grimace of pain from the bird bot, but it also served to signal the start of sex in earnest in his mind. His cock swelled to its full size, its sheer weight keeping it from standing entirely upright, resting on the heavy orbs hanging beneath. Valentine watched with obvious disgust mingled with fascination.

``So, a little pain is a game to you? I suppose I'll just have to dig a little deeper if you don't give us what we want,'' she said with obvious relish. ``Still, we can work up to the code. How long has your little band been camped here?''

He considered lying or withholding again, but it wouldn't have served any purpose. Besides, he was looking forward to her anger once she got to the real question and he denied again.

``Three months.''

``Good,'' she nodded. It tracked with their observation of tracks and other evidence of the raiders in the area.

``And how many in the troop?''

``I don't know,'' he said flatly.

Val jammed the knife into his hip, the tip hitting the metal joint and deflecting to the side, narrowly missing the wiring harness that carried the signals to and from his left leg. He was skinny, so the blade wasn't all that deep, but it did scratch a groove into Stolas' metal skeleton.

He hadn't been ready for that and screamed, vision going white for a moment. His chest rose and fell as his breathing got heavy. Though he didn't cum, his cock did jump.

``How many?'' the busty Gardevoir asked, anger in her voice. She hated having to repeat herself.

``I don't know,'' he said, only the slightest waver in his voice to indicate he still felt the pain of the knife in his hip. His tone was cold; he also hated repeating himself. ``It fluctuated.''

``Fucking guess,'' she commanded, turning the knife so that the blade scraped off a notch of insulation on the wires running by it, a short spark flashing between the copper and steel.

``Twenty'' he hissed, arching his back as much as his restraints would let him.

Just as quickly as she had jammed it in, she pulled the knife out. Behind her she heard Marry's quiet moan and the wet sound of fingers in pussy. Matilda was dripping as well but still following her command not to touch herself. Val turned and looked at the two and got a nod of confirmation from her lover, that there had been around that many raiders in the base.

``What's in the safe?''

He paused, unsure if he should lie or not. He didn't know what it actually contained, had only seen it open once and he didn't even know if they'd moved things in and out since then. His torturer had not responded well to his lack of knowledge, but if they should get it open and find he had been lying...

``Two boxes, I think, one big and one small. I don't know what's in those and no I couldn't begin to guess'' he said hurriedly, hoping to stave off another stab for the time being.

Valentine sneered at him.

``Well, at least we're making progress,'' she said. ``The code.''

His four red eyes narrowed as he squinted at her.

``All right. All right,'' he said, tossing his head to the side dramatically. ``I'll tell you. Are you ready?''

Cooling vanes in Val's head opened with soft hiss, her internal pumps picking up speed as she got excited, impressed with herself for having broken him so quickly. Men. So weak, she thought to herself.

``One,'' he said.

``One,'' Val repeated, making sure Matilda had heard.

``Two,'' the owl-faced doll continued.

``Two,'' she repeated though she hesitated, finding the start of the code a little odd. But then, raiders never were particularly bright.

Stolas nodded, confirming she had heard him correctly.

``Three,'' he said with a conspiratorial whisper.

She glared at him now, not sure she believed him.

``Do you need me to wait so you can write this down? I know three numbers in a row is quite a lot to keep track of,'' he said, his tone patronizing.

``The code,'' she said, her magenta eyes flashing with anger.

``One, two, three, four, five!'' he finished with a smirk.

``That's the code is it? One, two, three, four, five?'' Val asked sardonically.

``None too bright, these raiders. Not like you and your girls.''

With a deft flick of her wrist, Val flipped the knife and caught it by the blade. Unconcerned by the cut in her palm as she grabbed hold she slammed the pommel down right in the center of all four of Stolas' eyes, the metal hitting with a heavy thud as it impacted his braincase. The four red orbs turned inward as the strike rattled him, scrambling his processor for a moment.

``Ooh, harder daddy,'' he crooned as his vision returned to normal, sensors flickering back to life.

Val curled her lip, then obliged, this time bringing the improvised hammer down on his left shoulder, the force popping it out of socket with a crack. To her disgust his cock throbbed and the blue-skinned bot grinned.

``My boyfriend hits harder than that in foreplay,'' he taunted her, still just dazed enough to let slip that unintended information about his lover.

Valentine caught it and turned her back on him to go speak with Marry and Matilda. They conferred in hushed tones whether Marry had seen another male during her slaughter as she didn't remember seeing another cock amongst the bodies. Matilda agreed, and she would have noticed. Stolas was cursing himself internally but there was nothing to do about it now. The information was out and trying to distract or deny it would only make them more sure, more aware of what Blitzy meant to him. After a moment, Marry whispered that she did remember another masculine doll, though there had been no bulge of a cock and balls in his pants when they fought, when she killed him. With a stern word to Matilda to keep an eye on prisoner and still not touch herself they made their way out of the room to go look for the corpse of the one they suspected of being Stolas' ``boyfriend,'' and to bring a few extra items back to aid their torture.

As soon as they were out of earshot, Matilda hobbled over to the table. Without hesitation she grasped his meaty member, squeezing it, moaning as she worked her hands up and down its length. Stolas moaned as well, the tender sensations a welcome relief. He hissed with pleasure as she cupped his balls, hefting the big orbs, weighing them appreciatively. Without hesitation the Cinderace opened her maw and engulfed his thick rod, pushing her head down as far as she could. Matilda got maybe half of its length in before it bumped the back of her throat.

Stolas lifted his head as much as he could, looking down his body at the girl with his dick in her mouth. She cupped his nuts and then encircled his sack, thumb touching forefinger around the rubbery bag just at the spot where it connected to his groin. Matilda yanked hard, pulling herself downwards and forcing the synthetic cock down her throat until her little red nose bumped the owl's pelvis. Not needing to breathe, she held it there and rippled the muscles in her throat, working the length of his shaft.

``Ohh fuck, Blitzy never did that'' Stolas whispered, impressed with her enthusiasm and her skill. ``Quite the Slut indeed.'' He understood why the dominatrix had called her as much.

She could feel his balls shifting and knew that if she kept it up, stretching his sack and massaging his shaft with her throat, that he would loose his nut before too long. Matilda almost didn't remember the taste of a man's cum, it had been so long, and so for a moment she thought about it but realized she would completely lose her bargaining chip if she got him off so soon. She pulled off of him with a loud pop, a string of drool stretching from its thick head to her lips until it broke.

Grunting as she let go of him, he looked down, chest heaving with lust. Stolas groaned, his load primed and ready to shoot.

``Ooh, sorry about that. Got blue balls, big guy?'' she asked with a smirk, patting the blue-skinned sack, proud of her little joke.

He was sure he had read her correctly. ``Blue, and big, and full of hot sticky cum. I bet you'd like that inside you, wouldn't you little slut?''

``Fffuck,'' she replied, finding herself wanting to submit to him. His tone was commanding, like he was in control even though his restraints proved otherwise. ``Tell you what, Mr. Big-dick. Give me the code before they get back and I'll make sure they let you live as our slave. You'll get all the `foreplay' you want and shoot that load in me all the time.'' She licked her lips as she finished making her offer, hoping he would take it so she could take it.

``Sit on it first, I'm not going to give that up without being sure that pussy is worth it,'' he insisted, ordered even.

Matilda didn't need to be told twice. As quickly as she could manage her half-busted legs, the horny doll clambered up onto the desk. Turning around to face away from him so he could get a good look at her plump rear, the fat cheeks stretching their bright red synthetic skin, she bent over and took hold of his cock. She looked between her legs, pleased to see that all four of his red eyes were locked on her behind, staring at her exposed holes. With a whump she dropped and took the entire length in one go, his rod bottoming out inside her.

``Holy shhiiitt,'' the owl hissed, losing his composure. He had to admit, it was good pussy. I could be satisfied with serving these three. Better than the alternative, Stolas thought to himself.

``The code,'' Matilda reminded him, grinding her hips against his pelvis before lifting her ass up and dropping back down, riding him reverse-cowgirl.

``Unnf, yes. Ah- it's- ah'' he struggled to reply, his entire focus honing in on his nethers and what her nethers were doing to them. ``It's six, nine, six, nine'' he got out between the loud slaps of her cheeks on his lower abdomen.

``Wait, you fucking with me again?'' Matilda asked, pausing on the up-motion with only his cockhead still inside her.

``No! No, I promise that's it. They're...they're not creative,'' Stolas assured her as he tried to thrust upwards and get his cock buried back in her though the restraints prevented it.

``If it isn't-'' she trailed off in implication. There was very little force behind it, her intimidation skills severely lacking.

Too lost in her lust, it didn't really matter if she believed him or not. Matilda was determined to get his cum. Dropping her hips, she slammed her fat ass against his stomach again with a loud slap, making his cock disappear between her legs. Reaching down she grabbed his balls, tugging on them. She could feel the heavy orbs shifting, pulling up towards his body and knew they were about to pump their contents into her. Both bots were breathing heavy, heat exchangers in their chests working hard to keep them at operational temperatures. Inside her cunt she could feel the thick head swelling as she rode him, about to burst.

splash

``SSSSHIT'' Matilda yelled, her voice drowning out the similar exclamation from the owl behind her as the ice cold water hit her.

Matilda looked up and saw little more than a brown blur before she was lifted up by a pair of hands around her neck and thrown to the floor. More than the shock of the cold water, more than the pain of the impact, she was most upset at having an empty cunt. Internally she admonished herself for not moving faster, getting Stolas to cum quicker before her mother and Mistress returned.

``Filthy fucking whore'' Val spat at her. ``And you,'' she said, turning her attention to the owl, ``I suppose you thought you'd just get your rocks off and keep the code to yourself, hm?''

Strapped to the desk he was moaning. His balls hurt, having prepared their load only having to cancel the command at the last moment, leaving his seed stuck in the tubes that led from his balls to his cock. A rather un-manly scream escaped his beak as another splash of the icy water doused him, this time hitting him full on. The sudden change from warm cunt to ice water on his genitals was a shock, his mind scrambling to process the input.

Val was particularly annoyed that she had needed to use the ice water, having wanted to hold on to it and torture him slowly, dripping it in strategic places. Matilda's actions had forced her hand, and now she was considering much more drastic action. The submissive Cinderace's brattiness kicked in, however, and she decided she was not going to tell her Mistress that Stolas had given up the code.

Hoping to give him the emotional equivalent to the ice water, Val waved a hand at Mary. She could not let her anger at her stupid slut get in the way of her interrogation. Mary understood the gesture and stepped forward, dragging a bright red body with her and held it up.

``Is this your dear, sweet little boyfriend?'' Val asked with a sneer.

Stolas looked over and wilted. Sure enough, it was Blitz, his striped horns unmistakable. The bird bot's cock stirred again despite being distraught. Even deactivated, the doll's body got his lust rising. Its broad, masculine shoulders, the visible musculature on the lean frame, and between his legs the sweetest, softest pussy Stolas had ever had. The lips were puffy and symmetrical, split right down the middle by an enticing slit. That slit hid the dual treasures of an incredibly tight hole and the always-hard nubbin of his clit. ``Love'' wasn't exactly the word he would have used to describe their relationship, but he did care for the little shit, even if Blitz was just using him for sex. But it was good sex. The owl's eyes traveled up to Blitzy's head and he knew the likelihood that any code had survived whatever weapon had opened the hole through his forehead was slim. The ragged edge of his red skin was shredded around an uneven opening in exposed aluminum.

``I take that as a yes,'' Val continued.

Stolas nodded, once again recalculating his options. He'd given up the code to the safe, his only real leverage, and even though that big-booty bitch was being tight-lipped about it for now, he knew it was a matter of time before she revealed that. His boyfriend was deactivated, and while he grieved more what the relationship could have become than what it was, it did sever his only tie of loyalty to the raider band. He had nothing now to live for except himself; to Stolas, that was quite the compelling cause. Valentine had to do a little recalculating herself. Despite the obvious impact seeing Blitz's body had, it was now a spent chip. She was confident in her ability to get the information she wanted despite it.

``I can see why, he does have a lovely cunt. And a cute ass, despite being so small. Well, with him dead I don't think you'll be needing these.'' To punctuate her statement she smacked each of his balls, slapping the large nuts one after the other, each impact eliciting a yelp from the owl. ``Yes, I think we'll remove the whole thing. Punishment for using it without permission, you see,'' she said as though she were explaining to a child why she had to take the crayon away after finding scribbles on the living room walls.

She grabbed his shaft and began to pull, the grimace on her face a mixture of delight and disgust, taking pleasure in the torture but hating what she had to touch to inflict it. At first it felt good, the pressure of her palm around his rod, the sensation as she stretched it out away from his pelvis. Then it began to hurt as elastomers reached the limits of their stretchiness, wires tugged at their connectors. Even that pain felt good, though, it was just enough to send more fluid surging back into his cock to stiffen it. Val didn't stop there, however, and he knew if he didn't do something now he was about to lose a part of himself he held quite dear.

``Wait!'' he shouted in a panic, mind racing to piece together a solution, ``wait.''

To his surprise, she did actually stop pulling. He saw a narrow way out and took his shot.

``What, are you going to give me the code? It's much to late for that.''

``No,'' he shook his head. ``Well, not yet. But that's not what I was going to propose.''

``I'm listening,'' Val replied, willing to take the excuse to let go of his plastic pole.

``I can see you're not a fan cock,'' he started, ``but seem to be quite the cunt connoisseurs. Your Slut's is delectable- a thousand pardons for that of course I had no choice in the matter what with these restraints- and as you noted my boyfriend's is- was- also top tier pussy. What if-'' he paused for dramatic effect. ``What if you replaced my cock with Blitzy's cunny.''

``Oh fuck,'' Marry whispered, the unorthodox idea immediately turning her on.

``Swap your sex units?'' Val mused. ``No, no. Your programming's all wrong. It wouldn't work right,'' she decided, shaking her head.

Marry was determined to make it work, however, immediately taken by the thought of having this feminine owl serving them with his deactivated boyfriend's cunt. She set the imp doll's body on the floor and started prying open panels, poking at DIP switches and watching the different LEDs that flashed their diagnostic code. Even if his core processor was slagged, the ancillary sex processor might have sufficient code still intact to let Stolas, and them, use his pussy.

``Do you think you can salvage it?'' Stolas asked, only barely keeping his desperation from his voice.

Marry didn't bother answering, busy poking about in the guts of the imp. Val returned her attention to the prisoner and reached out to grasp his semi-flaccid rod once more.

``Well, swappable or not, you won't be needing this any longer.''

Valentine yanked, the sickening sound of ripping rubber audible just before Stolas screamed, screwing all four of his red eyes shut against the overwhelming pain, the damage signals hot across his circuits. The sadistic Gardevoir had not completely removed it but the skin had completely torn around the base, exposing the hydraulics as well as the bundles of numerous wires that run to the multitude of pleasure sensors focused under the head. Several of those wires broke and the bare copper ends were sparking against his metal chassis.

She pulled again, his package now only loosely attached. The gold plated ``male'' end of the 10-pin connector was visible, though it was no longer sufficiently seated for them to conduct electricity through the ``female'' end, the socket embedded in the base of his cock. His balls dangled freely below his dick as they pulled away together. Stolas' mind was scrambling to shut off inputs as the various sex sensors flared and went dark. Val was extremely wet, her thighs coated with her sticky juices. With a glare at Matilda, Val instructed her slut to go find some scissors before turning back to the owl.

``Ready to be de-dicked?'' she asked, absolute glee in her voice.

``No, wait-''

bbzzzzzttt

With the soft whine of servomotors in her arms, Valentine tugged at the sex unit, stretching the wires and fluid lines close to the breaking point. Without warning she jammed it back in, but slightly askew. There was a sickening crunch as the two ends of the connector failed to properly mate and several of the pins bent. Stolas blacked out for a few seconds, his mind protecting itself from the deluge of damage warnings and pain alarms.

When he came to he looked down and let out a quiet whine eyes struggling to focus through the overwhelming pain, He saw Valentine standing on the desk, her magenta eyes bright with sadistic lust, and a pair of scissors in her hand. There was so much pain coming from between his legs he hadn't even noticed the cool sensation of steel against the base of his ballsack.

``It's been so long since I've done a gelding!''

Her glee was unabashed as she slowly snipped through the last wire connecting. His package hit the desk with a few loud thuds, but Stolas didn't hear it. His vision went blank and his beak opened in a silent scream. On the desk Val shuddered, taken by an orgasm, and squirting all over the disembodied ballsack and throbbing cock. After she had finished, she got off the desk and went over to where Marry was working on the imp doll.

``So, is it salvageable?''

``Seems like it,'' Marry replied, ``I should be able to flash his sex unit with this one so he feels more female, and then install the pussy. I'll just need to find a few more tools from around the compound.''

``You know, it could be nice to have another cunt around,'' Val mused. ``He's skinny but with that pussy on him? Mm.''

Marry nodded, licking her lips as she stood and walked back out to go find what she needed to make the transfer. Val went to the side of the desk and picked up the little bucket that had a bit of water left in the bottom. She could see Stolas still wasn't entirely with them, each of his four eyes blinking out of sync, trying to process the pain of his complete castration. Uncaring, she dumped the remainder of the cold water on his face.

The shock was enough to cut through the signal noise and bring him around, his red eyes focusing on the Gardevoir's face. He was still reeling, but he could spare enough processing power to follow her proposal. Val leaned over the desk, heavy breasts pressing into his side, her nipples still stiff from the excitement of removing his manhood. The soft, squishy titties were creating confusion inside him as his sex unit attempted to send arousal signals to a cock that wasn't there, shutting down the process as it received null responses, only to try again milliseconds later.

Val explained as Marry and Matilda looked on that they were willing to take him up on his suggestion to install his deactivated boyfriend's pussy, provided he was willing to live as their slave. Stolas nodded, struggling to find his voice as the pain in his groin only slowly began to subside. It was exactly what he had intended to propose, seeing it as the most likely way for him to survive the three sadistic women, but had not been able to before Val ripped his cock of.

She explained their concern that without overwriting his sex processor's programming with female code, his cunt wouldn't be usable, and if his pussy didn't work he was of no use to them. So, Val described Matilda's plan to flash his unit with what remained of Blitzy's code. His vision wavered as fresh grief welled up, realizing that in a twisted way, some part of Blitz would live on in him, in many respects it was the part Blitz would have most wanted to carry on. He closed his eyes and nodded.

``Well, I wasn't asking your permission but it'll certainly go easier if you don't fight it,'' Val said as she stood up and stepped away from the desk, giving Matilda room to work.

The buxom Lopunny set an armful of parts on the desk. Without warning she grabbed a pair of alligator clips and jammed her hand up the hole left by Stolas' castration, feeling for the small conductive squares at the corners of his sex processor and hooking the jump wires to them. Before continuing she turned to Matilda and just pointed at her ass. The bottom bitch understood, knowing that her mother sometimes struggled to focus on detail work when she was horny and she was ordering the girl to eat her out while she worked. Always happy to have her tongue in her mom's holes the Cinderace complied, scooting around on her knees until her face was directly behind Marry's big cheeks before leaning forward, shoving her nose in and greedily licking at her mother's pussy and asshole.

The room was filled with the slurping sounds of Matilda's mouth, Marry's quiet grunts of pleasure, and similar gasps and groans from Stolas as she rooted around inside his groin. Once she had the two sexual processors connected, she pushed a tab in and began flashing the software over to the bound owl.

All of his focus immediately turned to the re-write. It was an odd feeling, not a physical sensation but a washing away of one. As his code shifted, he discovered he was losing the awareness of his missing cock, it no longer felt wrong to have no balls. Subroutines activated as they were called up to be deleted and replaced. He was overwhelmed with the desire to bend Marry over and stretch her asshole open, painting her bowels with his cum before that was replaced with the equally strong need to spread his legs and get railed. The need to grab his shaft and pump it until he shot a thick load was traded for the need to dip his fingers into his cunt, rubbing his clit in circles until a quivering orgasm washed over him.

Even once the re-write was complete and he no longer felt the loss of his cock and balls, he still had the awareness of something missing, a feeling of being incomplete. Marry got to work installing Blitzy's cunt into the space where his balls had been while Matilda continued her work on her mother's nethers. Without access to good tools it was going to be a challenge, but she was up for it. Using a small knife she stripped away insulation from the ends of the wires, exposing enough conductive material that she could twist them together to make connections. Each time she did, hooking a new wire to Stolas' sex unit his body jolted, working to activate drivers for the new inputs and outputs. There was electrical tape on hand, the raiders had simple repair kits, but she chose to leave the wiring exposed. If it bumped metal or other wires every once in a while, well that would just introduce some entertaining cross-signals.

``Last step'' Marry said, her voice breathy as her daughter's oral ministrations were working her close to her peak, just finishing straightening the pins back out so the cunt would connect.

Stolas looked down his body at the trail of wires and narrow tubes extending from his crotch to the rubber coated plastic cylinder in Marry's hand. He sighed a last sigh of lament, seeing the wires sticking up in a bundle from his crotch where his enormous tool used to hang.

``Well, the red will look rather striking, won't it?'' he joked.

Marry grinned and bucked her hips against Matilda's face, grinding her clit against the Cinderace's snout to push her over the edge. She came as she jammed the bot's new cunt inside the cavity waiting for it, giving little effort to making sure the pins at the back end aligned with the waiting connector. With a click it was installed and Stolas gasped, taking in all of the new sensations of Blitzy's- of his- pussy. Standing upright, Marry stepped back and helped Matilda to her feet. The three women looked at their new toy, each one fantasizing about different ways they would use her.

``Well, I suppose if I am to be part of your little clan, it would do for us to take the good loot together,'' Stolas suggested. ``As a show of good faith, perhaps you would allow me to open the safe for you?''

Matilda shot him a coy smile, silently thanking him for not outing the fact that she had already gotten the code from him. It was a self-serving decision on his part, however, as he suspected that the both of them might suffer for having withheld that info. Val and Marry conferred, agreeing that they would let him up. As they untied his restraints, their massive breasts brushed his body in various places. Stolas found it interesting that the contact made him just as horny as it did before, though the arousal resulted in dramatically different sensations below. There was no swelling of his cock, no shifting of his heavy balls to begin churning out his seed. Instead, there was a tingling, almost an itch between his legs, a strong need to rub his crotch on something. He did feel a familiar clicking below his stomach, pumps sending fluid to his nethers, the silicone grease acting as lubricant rather than precum.

Once he was up, the three followed him to the safe, Marry close behind with a long knife, the threat if he made a wrong move obvious without having to say it. Stolas bent over to punch the code in the keypad, his tail lifting as he did. The owl let out a sultry moan when he felt a swat on his ass.

``Mm, small but perky,'' Val said appreciatively.

At last, the moment arrived. The door swung open with a quiet squeak of the metal hinges and the girls crowded around him to see what was inside. They hadn't realized the safe had been built into the wall of the raider's compound and was basically the size of a small closet to them.

``Fucking JACKPOT'' Matilda shouted, spotting a case of code spikes, the vials containing neutered computer viruses that still had enough malicious programming to temporarily scramble their processors, the bot equivalent of getting stoned.

In the back, however, was the real jackpot. There sat a complete six-pack of Quim-o-Cola, unopened. Val pushed through the rest and walked over to them, the tops of the cans at hip-height. She tapped the side of one, feeling the impact reverberate back to her through the fluid inside, confirming that it was full and still under pressure. Despite the stickiness of the sugary drinks, the dolls adored soda. The raiders had done well to find them, and the ladies had done even better to relieve them of their fortune.

``Well well, perhaps you're good for more than your pussy,'' Val said, though she was really looking forward to enjoying his pussy.

Straightening himself up, regaining some of his regal bearing, Stolas dramatically placed a hand on his chest. ``I am at your service,'' he said with a lofty tone.

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