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She woke up one lonely morning, which was seemingly just like any other, and was shocked to find that she’d been tied to her own bed with rope. She couldn’t lift herself off the bed, no matter how hard she tried. She was naked except for her panties - that was how she always slept - but she no longer had blankets covering her. The air was a bit too chilly for her liking - the draft gave her goosebumps.
“Wh-what happened? Hello?! Is…is anyone there?”
Harley’s voice cracked a little as she called out into the darkness. Unfortunately, no one heard her - no one would hear her. Her parents both worked, leaving early in the morning and returning well into the evening. Nobody would come to save her.
And she wasn’t alone.
As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she saw the truth.
There were dolls standing over her. Walking upright and snickering at her, as though they had come to life.
Six dolls, each of their own shape, size and color. Harley recognized them from those Walker & Addams™ commercials; these were Showdolls. She knew what they were, and she knew their names - most of them, anyway.
There was the one glowering at her from between her legs; she was Skylar, a wife’s assistant model. She was a chubby yellow bunny doll stuffed into an adorable black dress. The dress hung loose around the doll’s body, just low enough to cover her hips; though, not nearly as low as her enormous, dangling ears.
There was another on the girl’s right side, smiling and leaning over her stomach. Harley recognized the doll as Lola, a fox-like Showdoll designed to help raise children. She was made of cyan fuzz and blue plastic, and she was soft and plump - a bit like Harley’s mother - her curves fattened with soft blue silicone.
And upon her gentle shoulders was her giggling daughter - Lyle, the fox-girl designed to play with children. Shorter, thinner, and threaded with tufts of green fur, but otherwise identical. Her hips were wide like her mother’s, and there was a short bundle of fur hiding the space between her little legs.
Across from them, a doll Harley didn’t recognize: she was a BDSM model known as Eve. A foot-tall behemoth of fiery orange gloss and jet-black joints. Her devilish figure was sharp and exaggerated, formed by massive, inward-curving horns, outward-curving hips, and long legs tapering down into sharp points. A fine black dress suit completed the look: Harley knew, just by looking at her, that this doll was wicked, clever, and dangerously refined.
And every so often, the Eve model tugged on the leash of an unknown violet doll that crawled at her side. Though Mary was much less menacing than her mistress, she was no less attractive; her little six inch body had been stuffed into a suit of black latex. The material revealed all her handsome curves, her narrow waist, and fetching legs. A puny pair of horns coiled out from the doll’s head - nothing more than a convenient set of handles.
And then, there was the pair of fuzzy cat ears sticking up just over Harley’s crotch. Strange, until the doll that owned them poked her little head up from between the girl’s young legs. Harley knew her to be Charlotte, a maid model with a pastel pink framework and soft black flocking. She had a sour look on her face, though it was hard to take her seriously when she was wearing a cute little maid dress. Even when she hoisted a pair of scissors over her little seven-inch body.
Six different Showdolls, all standing over Harley on the same bed. Eyeing up her young, half-naked body, like a pack of tiny wolves sizing up an enormous lamb. The girl had no idea where the dolls had come from or how they managed to get her in this position. Her heart began to race, her mind buzzing with thoughts both fearful and ecstatic.
“H…hey…Hey! What are you doing?!”
The girl was shaken by a frigid jolt - cold metal slid under her panties and up against her inner thigh. She heard a quiet snip. And then another. And then her panties were pulled away, tugged out from under her pelvis by plastic paws.
“Wait, don’t cut my panties!” squeaked the girl. “Ugh, when I get out of here…”
“What’s wrong, Harley? I thought you liked these kinds of games?”
The girl’s blood ran cold. She didn’t recognize that manic, feminine voice, and yet it still felt…familiar. The voice came from close by, but the speaker was yet unseen.
“Who…who said that?”
From right behind the girl’s head, another doll emerged. She stepped off the pillow and moved to where Harley could properly see her.
And what she saw chilled her to the bone.
Standing before Harley was Rosanna, a crimson doll with tall bunny ears and a cartoonishly-proportioned figure. She wore a black dress suit that accentuated the shape - and what a shape it was, for her legs, hips and belly were plump with dark silicone, and the subtle heart shape of the doll’s lower half was something Harley could never forget. Her top half was a bit small by comparison, making her look just a bit bottom-heavy. But this was by design - a design that Harley never fully understood, in spite of how long she had studied the doll. And now, it seemed she knew even less, because the beloved, seemingly inanimate doll that Harley had toyed with over the years was now walking and talking. She had come to life, just like the others.
Perhaps some children would be delighted by this turn of events. However, it only filled Harley with dread. And it was all because of the hideous black burn that streaked across Rosanna’s otherwise beautiful face. A dense black mar of bubbles and cracks - of strands of melted plastic solidified into arches. No other doll had a mark so gruesome.
“You’re…you’re alive?!” Shrieked Harley.
“Silly girl! I’ve always been alive. Watching you. Looking after you. You just didn’t notice.”
“Does that mean…” Harley whispered, “Does that mean you remember…?”
“Oh, I remember everything,” laughed Rosanna.
“E-everything?”
“Mhm. All those times you brought me to your room and stripped me naked when mommy and daddy weren’t looking. All the times you hid me away where no one would find me. I measured your heartbeat while you licked me. I took your temperature while you touched me. You explored every inch of me, and then?”
The bunny doll took a seat on Harley’s belly, straddling her bare torso.
“Of course, you wanted more.”
Rosanna proceeded to unbutton her suit vest and pull it apart, revealing her breasts to the girl. And what Harley saw were burns. Dozens and dozens of burns, caked in soot and melted plastic. They were all over Rosanna’s body, and they were not like burns of flesh; the plastic had solidified into unsightly black bubbles, forever blemishing the doll’s gorgeous body.
These burns were not new to Harley. It was she that had caused them. Somehow she had become infatuated with the way Rosanna melted when subjected to the heat of a simple lighter. She loved to open the doll’s suit now and then, just to get a good look at all the burns that she caused. Now, though, they were being shown to her in a different context. Now, she thought back.
How many nights did she shiver with excitement as she watched Rosanna burn under a lighter? How many times did she rub her cunt while she watched the doll’s surface bubble and blacken?
To think that all this time, Rosanna had been aware…
“Did you like doing this to me?” the doll mused. “Pinning me between your legs…burning me until I bubbled?”
Harley shook her head. “I’m sorry, I…I didn’t know…”
Rosanna giggled and leaned over Harley’s body, laying her bare, blackened breasts against the girl’s sternum. She propped her head up on her elbows and stared deep into the young girl’s eyes. Her ears wiggled slightly.
“Sit still and be quiet. Tonight…you’re the toy.”
Harley felt a sharp and sudden tug on the rope as the bright orange doll - Eve - started to pull on the rigging. Inch by inch, Harley’s legs were hoisted apart by the ropes secured to her ankles.
“Nice and wide,” purred Eve, in a deep, husky feminine voice. “Good girl.”
She cried out in protest, her face turning red as her pussy was exposed for the dolls. Then she felt her cunt being spread apart by fuzzy little paws - suddenly, her complaining was reduced to sharp, heavy breaths.
She looked down between her legs to see Skylar and Charlotte toying with her pussy. Feeling their way around the young girl’s anatomy, just to see what made her squirm. Skylar looked right at Harley as she began to rub the girl’s clit with one of her paws.
“Come on, spread her wider,” huffed Skylar. “Mmm, what a cute little cunt…”
The girl breathed out a staggered moan, her back arching off the bed. “O-Oh…”
“Aww, does that feel good, Harles?” snickered Rosanna.
The girl shut her eyes and nodded her head.
“It’s only the beginning.” The doll sighed and laid one of her plastic hands on the young girl’s naked skin. “Oh, Harley…we have so much in store for you.”
Harley’s heart pounded, faster and faster, though she wasn’t sure if it was fear, anger, or excitement. “Wh-what? What are you gonna do to me, Rosanna?”
“You’ll see.” The doll smiled and slid herself off of Harley’s torso, making her way towards Eve and her pet. “Eve, is the rigging secure? I want it tight.”
Harley looked back down at her young, naked body. She was being explored by the other five dolls - five dolls that seemed to be intent on teasing her. Skylar and Charlotte were taking turns with the girl’s clit, one rubbing it in circles while the other licked her labia. And even though her breasts were only beginning to bud, the dolls were feeling them up all the same. Lola gently massaged the girl’s right boob, encouraging Lyla to suck on Harley’s nipple. And the slave doll wrapped in latex - the one designated as Mary - was latched onto Harley’s left nipple and suckling her as though she’d die otherwise.
“Mmmwahh…” breathed Mary as she detached herself from Harley's nipple. “Am I…doing it right, Mistress?”
Without looking at her, Eve stepped on the back of Mary’s head, pushing her back down onto the girl’s boob. “I didn’t say stop. Keep sucking…and make sure you bite her for me.”
The girl’s breath hitched when she felt the ropes tighten again. Her pelvis was hoisted off the bed slightly, and Skylar and Charlotte began to prod at her ass. Spreading her cheeks apart just a little, and running their paws around the rim of the girl’s butthole.
“Come on, get your face down there,” breathed Skylar.
“What? No! That’s…” The maid doll blushed, taking a deep, shaky breath. “It’s embarrassing…”
Harley sucked in shallow breaths, her toes curling at the sensation. What…what were they doing down there? Why her butt?
Another sharp suction - another gentle knead. The girl quivered with every caress. A cruel attack on her sensitive breasts, and she felt sharp doll teeth bite her nipples without warning. And every time, she squeaked in pain, writhing uselessly against the ropes.
New, sudden, and undeniable sensations - they all filled Harley’s young body. This went beyond anything that she’d experienced by her hands alone.
Her torment was briefly interrupted when Rosanna appeared to the left side of Harley’s head.
“Do you like being a toy?” snickered the doll.
Harley thought about it, her back arching again as she felt Charlotte’s dainty little tongue circle her hole. Did it feel good? Of course it did. But to be subject to the whims of these…these glorified toys? She wasn’t sure how she felt.
She remembered, then, how it felt to torture Rosanna. How thrilling it was to bend the doll over and cover her thighs with smoldering burns. Just looking at Rosanna reminded her of that, and it was enough to get her heart pumping.
She began to wonder about these dolls. There was no denying that they were hot - that the way they treated her made her moan. But all that did was make Harley realize how much fun it would be to take them apart. To set them ablaze, crush and break them - to see them writhe on the floor and shut down.
The girl shot Rosanna a devious grin. “What if I…hah…what if I don’t?”
“Mmm, then I should probably make sure the ropes are tight again,” shrugged Rosanna. She turned to walk away across the bed. “I think the one securing your left wrist is loose…”
Harley’s eyes widened slowly as the crimson doll’s words began to set in. And then, the realization - it struck her like lightning.
A sharp tug of her left wrist was able to free it from the rope. Then she swung it at Eve and knocked her off the bed. The leash around Mary’s neck went taught and dragged the slave off the bed with her owner.
With Eve no longer there to manage the ropes, they eventually went slack, and Harley’s legs fell down to the bed. Immediately, she slammed them shut, crushing Skylar and Charlotte between her thighs.
“What…what happened?” squeaked Lola. She looked up from Harley’s boob to see the girl rising to a sitting position. Immediately, Lola grabbed Lyla by the waist and leapt off the bed, scurrying away into the hallway.
When Harley sat up and looked around, it seemed that the other dolls had already scattered. Now, it was just her and these two dolls crushed between her legs.
When she opened her legs, it became clear just how much power she had over the Showdolls.
Skylar’s leg was hanging on by a wire, dragging along behind her as she crawled pathetically away from Harley. Meanwhile, Charlotte’s arm had popped clean out of its socket, and was now sitting idle on the bed near the girl’s crotch.
Harley giggled, amused by just how much damage she’d done with her legs alone. It was easy enough to reach down and grab them both, and the two put up their best fight - to no avail.
“Unhand me!” shrieked Charlotte. “Mmghh, this is…undignified!”
“L-let me go!” Skylar growled and tried fruitlessly to wriggle out of Harley’s grasp. “You stupid girl!”
“You two thought you’d get away with it, huh?” giggled Harley. “Shouldn’t have been between my legs, then. Now…you’re mine.”
The showdolls glanced anxiously at each other. Harley could feel their insides whirring - getting hot as they tried to simulate what might happen to them next…
“Hee-hee-hee. Oh, Harley, that was amazing,”
A twisted giggle came from between Harley’s legs.
The girl looked down to find Rosanna there, loitering right in the splash zone. She was busy perusing the broken-off fragments of Skylar and Charlotte.
“You didn’t run?” sneered Harley. “Do you wanna be next?”
Rosanna answered with a smile and a casual shrug of her shoulder servos. “Maaaaybe.” She reached out with both paws to grab Skylar’s dangling, broken leg. “But for now, I wanna see what you do to these girls.”
Charlotte squirmed, practically burning out her motors trying to get out of Harley’s grasp. “R-Rosanna, this is…this is a bit much!”
The crimson rabbit giggled and dragged her tongue across Skylar’s fat inner thigh. “Aren’t they cute? Don’t be fooled, Harley, they really want you to play with them.”
Skylar and Charlotte looked up anxiously, into the eyes of the young titan they’d provoked. They were wide-eyed and dripping with warm fluid; even Harley, young and naive as she was, could tell they were riding the line between fear and arousal. There was nothing they could do to stop this giant girl from using them as toys.
Harley’s little heart started to race as she sat down on her knees. She was breathing hard on the dolls. Already, she was getting excited. This was…a really dirty thing to do with dolls.
She lowered her upper body down to Rosanna’s height, her gorgeous dark hair falling all around the bunny. “Is it really okay? You’re not gonna try and tell my parents, are you?”
The crimson rabbit grabbed the preteen by the cheeks and gave her a soft kiss on the lips. “It’s our secret, Harley…”
Harley took a deep, shuddery breath; she suddenly felt a weird sensation in her tummy. It felt so strange, being kissed like that by Rosanna. But she decided not to think too hard about it, for the moment. Instead, she sat up straight on her knees and took a moment to examine the two dolls in her hands.
“Let’s see what’s under those pretty skirts,” snickered Harley.
The two showdolls squealed and squirmed as Harley used her thumbs to lift up their skirts. They were wearing the cutest little panties underneath - Charlotte’s were frilly and white, while Skylar’s were lacy and black. They both came off with a flick of the thumb, tumbling down onto the bed sheets below.
Charlotte’s sleek black fur frizzed up immediately; one of those functions most feline models came with. It did nothing to deter Harley, who took a moment to stare at the soft, fuzzy slit between the doll’s legs.
“You’re so cute…” whispered the girl. “Spread your legs or I’ll crush you right now.”
Charlotte mewled pathetically and did exactly as Harley asked. Her little toebeans splayed out as she spread her legs wide, clinging to the stockings.
“D-Don’t stare so much!” squealed the doll. “This is embarrassing!”
“Do you treat all your dolls this way?!” growled Skylar. “You, you…you twisted little girl!”
“Oh, come off it, Skylar,” chuckled Rosanna. “It’s only natural for a girl to get curious at this age” The rabbit grinned and ran the tips of her claws gently against Harley’s inner thigh. “I know you want her to have her way with you.”
Skylar watched Harley closely as her crotch came under the girl’s observation. The leg that was still attached to Skylar’s hip joint was tucked up defensively against her chest. But even still, she couldn’t hide her fat, juicy cunt. It was easily visible from beneath, and Harley giggled with delight at the sight of it.
“Looks kinda like mom’s,” mused Harley. She moved her thumb to rub back and forth across it, slowly massaging the bunny’s labia. The doll tried her best to play it cool, but being touched by such a big girl proved to be a bit too much for her.
“A-Ahhh…!”
Slowly, the doll lowered her remaining leg, and slowly it drifted away to the side. Bit by bit, until the girl could easily see the slope of Skylar’s cunt. Gently, Harley’s thumb moved downward. Toying at the edge of the bunny’s pussy, indulging her growing curiosity.
Her other thumb, which had been pressed upon Charlotte’s belly, now started to drift downwards. She could feel the doll’s insides whirring excitedly as she neared the feline’s fuzzy little cunt. Once she found it, she started to rub - back and forth along the slit, the way she sometimes did to herself. Pressing against the fragile meat of the doll’s crotch and feeling every vibration as her motors spun. Her little hips gyrated back and forth, desperate for more of the young girl’s touch.
They were both moaning now. Whining and whirring as they were toyed with. And as their protests devolved into embarrassing, high-pitched moans, Harley’s smile grew wider and wider. Rosanna saw it - that mischievous glint in the girl’s eye. Only Rosanna knew what it meant - only she could wager a guess as to what was about to happen. Of course, she was no less delighted when it finally happened.
A sickening crack - an ear-splitting whine. The motors struggled to turn against the fragments. Fractures split the dolls down the middle, across their bellies and into their joints. Nothing remained to keep it all together except for the wires running underneath - like tendons clinging to broken bones.
The pain was divine.
Charlotte was the first to fall apart. She screamed as her body parts tumbled to the bed, and soaked the sheets with sticky girlcum. She couldn’t keep her hips from rocking back and forth - it seemed that the damage had her stuck that way. Motors and joints clicking as she squirmed, cumming over and over again. Locked in the same motion - the same sweet agony - for as long as her batteries had the juice to sustain it.
“O-Oh, I’m gonna - O-Oh, I’m gonna - O-Oh, I’m gonna -”
She was a goner - Charlotte would be doing that all night.
Skylar took a bit longer to break, but hearing her cry out in delicious agony was well worth the effort. Cracking and squeaking, the pressure inside of her popped the remaining leg right out of its socket. She screamed so loud that her voice box bugged, and her voice was abruptly undercut by high-pitched static. The moment her torso hit the floor, she squirted hot girlcum all over the bed. Some of her motors were still intact - good for her. She had just enough power to try and drag herself towards Harley’s naked crotch.
“O-Oh, Harleeeey,” wheezed Skylar. “Pleeeeease…take me with you…”
Harley leaned down and gave the rabbit’s swollen pussy a little lick. And then, with a devious little grin, the girl slid off the bed and ignored the dolls completely.
“God, Harley, that was…amazing,” huffed Rosanna. She came to the edge of the bed, and Harley could see just how flustered the rabbit was after bearing witness to that act of machine violence.
The girl giggled and put her hands on her knees, leaning down to be at eye-level with the doll. “This is really fun.”
“Mmmm, I thought you’d like it.” The rabbit’s eye sockets whirred quietly as she glanced at the girl’s crotch and then back to her face. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you? I live to make you happy, you know.”
Harley pursed her lips and pressed them gently to Rosanna’s cartoonish little bunny face. And the doll kissed her back - deeper this time. Hungrier. Her lips were so small by comparison that she had to do it bit by bit, outlining the shape of Harley’s mouth with dozens of loving kisses. By the time she pulled away, her fur was a mess; all this contact was flustering her.
“Will you help me find the others?” huffed Harley. “They were all really cute…I wanna play with them, too.”
“Oh, Harley, I’m your doll,” purred Rosanna. “I could never deny you. Pick me up.”
The girl smirked, looking quite pleased with the rabbit before picking her up. She took a moment to look her over, gently caressing the doll’s blackened, blistered breasts.
“Admiring your work?” giggled Rosanna. “Come on. We really need to find the others before your parents come back. Imagine what they’d say if they caught you wandering around naked and playing with dolls…”
Harley giggled and hoisted the doll onto her shoulder. “Okay, okay. Lead the way, then.”
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The sound of silverware hitting a tile floor led Harley down the stairs and towards the kitchen. As she neared the doorway, there was a scampering noise - a loud bang as a drawer slammed shut - and then, silence.
When the girl peered into the kitchen, she saw nothing - though there were forks and spoons scattered all across the floor.
“What a mess!” squeaked Rosanna. “Who could have done this, I wonder?”
“Whoever it is,” Harley mused as she entered, “She's in big trouble when I find her.”
Then she proceeded to preheat the oven to four hundred and twenty-five degrees fahrenheit.
Scanning the kitchen for doll activity, the girl saw nothing out of the ordinary. But she knew that the doll couldn’t have gone far - it was only a matter of finding her.
“Where should we look first?” inquired Rosanna.
“Um…let’s check the drawers.”
The bunny grinned and kissed Harley on the cheek. “Smart girl.”
The girl began yanking drawers open, one by one. From left to right, all the way along the counter. She kicked away loose silverware as she walked; she’d pick it up later. Right now, she had a doll to catch.
Drawer by drawer, Harley drew closer to the end. She had no way of knowing which drawer it would be. Four drawers from the end. Three. And then…
Two drawers from the end, the girl found, not one, but TWO showdolls hiding inside. A pair of fox-like family dolls that bolted the moment the drawer opened up.
Harley managed to grab one before it got away - the other leapt off of the countertop and disappeared behind the kitchen island.
“Lola,” mused Rosanna. “I’m impressed that you managed to even fit in that drawer, considering…”
Harley drew in a warm breath as she examined the doll in her hand. Lola’s body was distinctively thick. The doll was fat in the hips and chest; soft and squishy from head to toebean. The synthetic material that gave Lola her shape made her very fun to squeeze.
“O-Ohh!” the fox doll cried, whimpering as Harley tightened her grip. “P-please, sweetheart, you’ll break me!”
“That’s the idea,” giggled Harley. “Where did Lyla go? I wanna play with her too.”
“My daughter? Please,” scoffed Lola. “You’ll never find her.”
“Looks like she made a break for it,” sighed Rosanna. She smiled as she glanced around the room. “But Lyla never strays far from Lola’s side. She should be around here somewhere.”
Harley gave Lola another squeeze, delighting in the pliability of the fox’s ‘skin’. Tufts of blue fur covered the doll’s crotch; otherwise, she was naked.
“Let’s lure her out, then,” whispered Harley.
Rosanna’s eyes widened, and she leaned in close to the girl’s ear. “How will you do that?”
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Agonized wailing rang out across the house as the weight came down upon Lola’s back. A cast iron frying pan was heavy even for a human, but for a doll, it was an immovable object.
Her upper body was pinned to the countertop, crushed beneath the flat part of an absurdly heavy skillet. And as eight pounds of iron pressed down upon her body, it pushed a long, desperate cry from the little fox’s maw. The bottom half of her body jut out from beneath; she was free from the waist down. Of course, this only served to humiliate her; no matter how hard she pulled, how desperately she squirmed, Lola couldn’t pull herself out.
Rosanna tilted her head and smiled at Harley. “So simple,” she purred. “And yet, so effective. You’re a devious girl.”
“I like watching her squirm,” giggled the girl.
She reached down to touch the doll’s ass, pulling one asscheek aside with her thumb.
“Her butt’s even bigger than my mom’s,” whispered the girl.
She lowered her face to the crest of Lola’s ass to get a better look at the doll’s fuzzy holes. The fox’s pussy was fat, hairy, and glistening with excitement. Above that, her little tailhole twitched with each effort that Lola made to escape.
“Oh, she’s a little wet,” snickered Rosanna. “I think she likes being crushed.”
“Oh yeah?” hummed Harley. She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, letting the tip of it drape over the doll’s asscrack.
“O-Oh!” shrieked Lola. “Harley, what…what are you doing? Ohhhh…”
The girl pressed down on the top of the frying pan until Lola started to scream again. Much better. Then she lowered her head down and flicked her tongue-tip against the doll’s cunt. Higher up, deeper between Lola’s asscheeks, until it got lost in the squishy depths. She found the doll’s sensitive tailhole and licked it gently, batting her tongue against the rim.
“H-Heaaavy,” wheezed Lola. “I-I…I can’t…”
All of a sudden, there was a loud crack. The doll cried out and started to squirm violently.
“Uh-oh,” snickered Rosanna. “What broke?”
Harley pressed a kiss to the doll’s ass and then pulled away to assess the damage. “Let’s find out.”
She moved the pan and set it aside. There was a nasty new crack across the length of Lola’s back. The girl took a hot, shaky breath as she ran her thumb over the fracture. The touch made Lola’s toes curl; she was whimpering like a bitch now.
“Let go of my mom!” shrieked a voice from below.
Harley’s eyes widened, and she looked down to see Lyla glaring up at her. At only five inches tall, the doll wasn’t particularly threatening - as a matter of fact, she was quite the opposite. She was incredibly cute, and a bit thick like her mother; though, she was much more petite. Her fluffy green fur covered up her crotch, though just barely.
“Oh, I have to have you,” huffed Harley.
The moment the girl moved to grab her, Lyla scurried away. She ran after the doll, sprinting naked through the kitchen, until she was able to catch up. With longer legs and even longer arms, it didn’t take long for Harley to close the distance and snatch up her new toy.
Lyla squirmed violently as she was carried to the kitchen island. “No fair! You’re mean!!”
“Whatever,” the girl scoffed. “I caught you fair and square!”
“Did not!”
“Did too.” Harley grabbed Lyla by the ankle joint. “Now spread your legs! I wanna see your junk.”
The doll growled and kicked her free leg; to no avail. She was helpless to stop the girl from getting a good, long look at her plump little pussy. Designed to look a lot ‘younger’ than the average showdoll, she had all the proportions and details of a girl Harley’s age.
“Mmm, yours is like mine…but you have a lot of fur.” Harley reached down to touch her own labia, where there was barely any hair to speak of.
“You’ll be hairy down there too, you know,” assured Rosanna. “You’re getting to that age.”
“Really?” The girl looked down at her cunt and shrugged. “Weird…”
“But let’s focus on the present.” The bunny doll placed a paw on the girl’s cheek and looked down at the dolls with a mischievous grin. “What are you going to do with them now?”
Harley stood next to the kitchen island with a curious look on her face. She scooped up Lola with her free hand; now, she had a naked, squirming showdoll in each hand.
“M-Mom…?” whined Lyla.
“Oh, honey…” sighed Lola. “Did you get caught?”
The little green doll nodded sadly. “What’s gonna happen now?”
“Now, you two are gonna do what I say,” declared Harley. She brought the two dolls together - close enough that their faces were touching. “Kiss each other.”
Lola and Lyla both raised an eyebrow at Harley, looking at the girl like she was crazy. Still, Lola leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to her daughter’s forehead plate.
“No, no, no,” sighed Harley. “A REAL kiss.”
Lola’s eyes widened in shock. “But…she’s my daughter…”
Harley dropped her eyebrows. “So? Do it.”
“What are you talking about?” Lyla frowned as she turned to Lola and saw her drawing uncomfortably close. “Mom…?”
The little green doll was silenced by a deep, loving kiss on the mouth. She felt her mother’s lips glide across her own, pulling away only to kiss her again. Initially, Lyla tried to squirm away, but Harley only pressed her harder into Lola’s chest. Forcing her deeper and deeper into her mother’s embrace, until she stopped fighting it at all.
A little whimper welled up in Lyla’s throat, and gradually, she wrapped her arms around her mother’s neck. She started to feel something strange - a synthetic tongue, flicking against her little lips. Her mother was…really kissing her. And, as strange as it was, Lyla didn’t feel like pulling away. She found herself sinking like a stone into the blue fox’s squishy curvature. Thick, soft legs framed her waist, and a pair of strong arms wrapped tight around her. Soon, she was giving kisses back to her mother just as hungrily as she was receiving them.
“Oh, wow, look at them go…” whistled Rosanna. “And to her own daughter…”
Harley’s breathing was heavy and strained. Watching them kiss was making her feel funny. She’d always wondered about those feelings she’d had about her own mother - those nasty little thoughts lingering at the back of her mind. Sometimes she saw her mother walking by and wondered what it’d be like to kiss her like dad did.
But there was a clear distinction between those thoughts and this little game of hers: they were only dolls. Sentient or not, they existed to be used - to be played with.
The girl pulled Lola and Lyla away from eachother and watched with a smirk as a string of warm fluid bridged the gap between their lips. They whimpered as they were separated; clearly, they had been enjoying their little embrace.
“Rosanna…” panted Lola. “Isn’t this a bit…much?”
“Oh, honey, you think this is hot?” The bunny doll snickered and folded her arms. “It’s gonna get hotter. Much hotter. Here in, like…” Rosanna glanced at the oven preheat timer, and then back at Lola. “...Two minutes?”
“Mom.” Lyla turned to look at her mother, her facial structure shifting to a look of mild concern. “What’s she talking about?”
“I…don’t know, sweetheart.” She glanced up at Harley, at the mischievous look on the girl’s face; she didn’t know whether to be scared or excited. Her back still hurt from being crushed, and every squeeze was deliciously painful. She felt fluid gushing from her cunt every time the girl tightened her grip. It made it hard for Lola to think, much less reassure her daughter.
Harley grinned and leaned over the counter, bringing the two dolls together again. This time, though, she turned them sideways and used her fingers to spread their legs open.
All that came out of the girl’s mouth was deep, heavy breathing. Her eyes were trained on the point of contact - the moment they connected, her young pussy throbbed.
Lola let out a deep, desperate moan as she felt her daughter’s little pussy press tight to her crotch. “U-Ugh, please…not with my daughter!”
Lyla struggled to contain herself; ultimately, the whimpering came out anyway. A desperate, high-pitched cry for help that echoed through the whole house.
“A-Ahn, mommy…!”
Lola’s toes curled as that sound hit her fuzzy, pointed ears. She knew it was depraved to take delight in such things, and yet she could do nothing to stop it. Even if she wanted to - and it felt so good that she wasn’t sure she did. Her daughter’s little pussy slipped against her crotch; the crack grew bigger by the second. She wasn’t sure if she could take anymore; unfortunately for her, this was only the beginning.
“O-Oh…oh, baby girl…”
Harley began to rub the dolls together, moving them in gentle little circles. The motion caused Lyla’s labia to slip hard against her mother’s clit, and the blue fox’s reaction was sharp and ecstatic. Lola arched her back against her daughter, cracking the plastic with every motion. She didn’t care anymore. At this point, she wanted to break. Just to see how it felt - that fatal release that she craved so badly.
Lyla began to pant as she started trying to press her clit against her mother’s. But moving her hips only served to torture her more; she wanted so much more than this. Still, she moaned, crying out in delight as Harley smashed her pussy against Lola’s.
Back and forth now, hard enough to bruise them. Harley watched with wide eyes as Lola’s labia swallowed Lyla’s crotch. And now, Lola had her legs wrapped around her daughter, and it was becoming increasingly difficult to pull them apart.
And then the oven beeped.
Lyla and Lola were too busy grinding against each other to really notice. So Harley set them on the countertop and took a minute to marvel at how ferociously they rubbed against one another. Lyla, with one leg braced over her mother’s shoulder, started pumping her hips into Lola’s crotch. Their cunts came together with a deep, hungry grind, and then the little doll just kept on thrusting.
Harley reached down to touch her clit, taking a moment to rub it gently. Then her fingers wandered downwards to find that she was soaking wet.
But seeing Lyla and Lola like this was only a small part of her excitement. The real fun was about to begin.
Rosanna squealed with utter delight as Harley pulled a metal cookie sheet from the cabinet. She watched the girl lay aluminum foil over the top - to make cleanup easier, she imagined. And then, Harley grabbed Lola and Lyla and placed them both onto the cookie sheet.
“M-Mom…?” Lyla pulled her head out from her mother’s rack just long enough to watch as they were carried to the oven. “Mom, stop!”
“Just let it happen, sweetheart,” whispered Lola. She gave Lyla a tender kiss on the lips and pressed her hips hard against her crotch.”It’ll feel good, I promise.”
“Mmmm…O-Okay,” the little doll whined. “I love you, mom…”
The cookie sheet slid onto the middle rack. Suddenly the two dolls were bathed in heat and oven-light.
“I love you too, Lyla,” giggled the curvaceous fox. “Now spread your legs for mommy…”
Harley shut the oven door and took a deep breath as she peered inside. They were still fucking in there - grinding their bodies together, even in the heat.
“Goodness, they’re insatiable,” giggled Rosanna. She leaned against Harley’s cheek as she watched. “I can’t imagine how good that must feel…”
The girl smirked. “You wanna join them?”
“Maybe another time,” sighed the bunny doll. “For now, let’s just…watch.”
A few minutes later, Lola and Lyla’s internal wiring began to fail. They started to get stuck in that same motion - hips grinding deep against each other. If they had any sense to try and escape before, it was long gone by now.
A few minutes after that, their fur caught fire. The scorch began to blacken their plastic bodies as it spread over every inch of fur. The heat devoured the fuzz between their legs, and the flames began to billow between their naked bodies until there was not a strand of fur left to burn. By then, Lola and Lyla were screaming. Crying out in divine agony as the fire immolated their bodies; and even then, they kept fucking eachother. Daughter pressed tight against her mother, and they met in the middle to kiss between moaning cries.
Lyla climbed on top of Lola just as the plastic started to melt. And as she bore her blackened body down upon her mother’s hips, her back began to boil under the heat. Shiny black bubbles erupted from her little back, and they were somehow more painful than the fur being torched from her body. All she could do was rub her clit against her mother’s pussy.
With her back pressed directly to the foil, it wasn’t long before she began to stick. The heat was enough to seal the crack in her back, and soon it started to bind her to the foil. She found that she couldn’t get up - whether it was her servos locking up or her back fusing to the sheet, she didn’t know. All she knew was that she needed to keep her legs open to feel Lyla’s pussy against her clit.
Eventually, Lyla’s thrusts grew weak. Her motors were becoming increasingly worn out as the heat destroyed them one by one. But she managed to keep going, pumping slowly and gently into her mother’s cunt until the synthetic material began to liquify. Each time she pulled her hips away from Lola’s, there was strings of molten plastic connecting them. And yet, she kept going. Suffering so sweetly as she melted into her mother; she cried out one last time as she came, her pussy juice vaporizing the moment it touched the foil.
Harley pressed her face to the glass, her hand buried deep between her legs. She’d been watching these two melt for the past ten minutes, all the while desperately rubbing her pussy. Her heart was pounding with sick delight. Lyla was completely non-operational, and actively melting on top of her mother. Any second now, Lola would join her. Only then would the girl pull the dolls out to cool. Like a batch of cookies that had been burned to a crisp.
Deep moans of agony filled the oven as Lola watched her daughter melt on top of her. Her body began to lose form, dripping broiling hot plastic all over tits. By now, there was no distinction between her pussy and her daughter’s. They were one now.
The last motors melted - the squirming stopped. One last burst of pussy juice evaporated on the foil. And then, it was done, at long last.
Out of the oven and onto the granite; the cookie sheet bore Harley’s finest art. And as it cooled, the form of the thing began to finally take shape.
The daughter fused into the open legs of the mother, bearing down upon her in a final act of manic lust. The joints were fused, the motors melted; these showdolls would never move again. Their articulation had been abandoned in favor of a wondrous beauty; a show of love that would last forever, sealed in the cracks of a plastic statue. Their fusion was deep, but Harley could still make out their separate forms, as if they were locked in the midst of conjoinment. Legs and hips melting together, closer now than they had ever been. If there was ever a true expression of motherly love, this was probably it.
Harley sucked in another ecstatic breath, parting her cunt with her fingers as she stared. It was difficult to express how much she’d enjoyed creating this thing.
“Oh, Harley,” sighed Rosanna. She stepped off Harley’s shoulder and onto the table, where she ran her paw over Lyla’s blackened, bubbling ass. Further down, she felt the smooth ripples of plastic once molten - the flow of matter between the legs. “I’m…really impressed, sweetheart…”
The girl smiled sweetly and leaned her weight over the kitchen island. “Really?”
“Mhm,” the bunny purred. Then she shrugged. “This is what they would have wanted, anyway. You did very well.”
Harley snickered and puckered her lips, pressing them gently to Rosanna's face. The doll’s internals made a strange whirring sound as she pressed herself against her owner’s mouth.
“Two dolls left,” the bunny chirped. “Come on! I want to see you find them and ruin them before your parents get home.”
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At the top of the steps leading down to the basement, Harley could hear moans echoing. High-pitched, pathetic noises that could only have belonged to a showdoll. The girl knew, from the whimpering alone, that the basement was her best chance at finding the last two dolls.
Rosanna had to stifle a giggle as she clung to Harley’s shoulder. She knew exactly who the moans belonged to, but she wasn’t about to spoil the surprise.
Halfway down the steps, and the whining was getting louder still. Whichever doll was down here, it seemed that she wasn’t expecting company, and wasn’t particularly interested in hiding.
Now Harles had reached the bottom of the staircase. As her feet touched the cold floor, she scanned the room. Searching for anything out of place. But it didn’t take long for her to find the source of the moaning.
Tied up on the coffee table was a showdoll - one of the two that Harles had never seen before. Certainly, she’d never seen the doll in any commercials; though, judging by the look of her, it wasn’t hard to guess why.
She was a wriggling little horn-wearing thing, with violet limbs and a latex torso. The material clung to her framework as though she were wearing a tight black leotard. From within, the latex gave in to the swell of the doll’s little boobs, and further down, it plunged into her body. Between her legs, the doll’s pussy was outlined, and at the base of her spade-tail was a tiny perforation.
One look at the little she-devil got Harley’s heart pounding. The way she was tied up with her ass in the air, the girl could see everything. She was already beginning to imagine what it’d be like to drag her young tongue between the doll’s legs.
“There she is,” snickered Rosanna. She smirked as she watched the doll tremble. “Mary - she’s always tied up. Eve doesn’t let her do anything except look pretty and whine.”
Upon taking a closer look at Mary, Harley realized just how true this was. The showdoll’s ankles were kept apart with a spreader - a device that the girl had never seen before. Not to mention, the poor thing was blindfolded; that was probably why Mary hadn’t yet realized she was being watched. She was basically a paperweight.
“Still, I’m surprised not to see Eve,” the bunny wondered aloud. “She rarely strays far from Mary…”
“What is she wearing?” panted Harley. “I wanna see.”
The girl took a step towards Mary, but not long after that, she froze in her tracks.
A tapping sound nearby; another doll was coming. And the tapping grew louder, like a woman in heels walking down the hallway. Harley knew that it had to be Eve.
“It’s Eve,” hissed Rosanna. She tapped Harley’s cheek. “Take a step back; let’s sit and wait for a while.”
Harley stepped backwards towards the staircase, one foot on the bottom step while she peered around the corner. She trusted Rosanna’s advice at this point, but she didn’t know what to expect from Eve.
A few seconds later, another showdoll leapt upon the coffee table and made her way towards Mary. She was wearing horns and a spade-tail, much like her slave, but her shape was significantly more imposing. A sharp, sloping figure that outlined the width of her horns and the length of her legs. Juicy, fat hips wrapped in shiny black latex, and limbs made of durable orange plastic. In contrast to Mary’s nakedness, Eve was wrapped in a sharp black dress suit. She was the pinnacle of design, a perfect marriage between fashion and function. And at over a foot tall, she was big enough to pose a threat to Harley.
The girl watched Eve approach the little slave doll and greet her with a vicious slap on the ass.
“M-mistress?” Whimpered Mary. She wriggled around in her restraints, swaying gently back and forth.
“Hush,” commanded Eve. “Be silent, or the girl will find us.”
She ran a riding crop through her fingers, looking down blankly at the slave doll’s upturned ass. A few strikes from her weapon got Mary’s hips bucking, a moan welling up from her mechanical throat.
And as Eve did her work, Harley watched from afar, her curiosity growing with each passing second.
“Does…does she like it?” She turned to Rosanna and raised an eyebrow.
The bunny grinned and leaned against the girl’s cheek.
“All showdolls are made to enjoy pain, in a way. Such is the life of a doll.”
Harley watched Eve put her foot down on Mary’s upper back, pushing her face to the surface of the coffee table.
“You like seeing her like that, don’t you?” giggled Rosanna. “I suppose you and Eve are kindred spirits in that way.”
Eve gave Mary one last slap and a threatening tug on the horns before stepping off her.
“I expect you to keep quiet and do your job,” scolded Eve. “Be a good girl for once. Alright?”
And with that, the dominating showdoll left, sneaking off to somewhere unknown.
“Now’s your chance,” whispered Rosanna.
Harley took a cautious step forward, looking carefully before she continued into the basement. She kept moving until she was at the coffee table, where the gorgeous little she-devil was blind and bound.
A gentle touch - a poke on the ass - was all it took to get Mary moaning. She raised her ass in the air as though she were expecting another brutal punishment.
“Ah!...Mistress?”
Harley paused; she didn’t know how to respond. Speaking at all would make it obvious who she was. But, she wasn’t interested in being sneaky anymore - she wanted this doll.
So, she wrapped her fingers around Mary’s torso and picked her up.
Immediately, the showdoll started squealing.
“Mistress!!! Mistress, the girl!! Please, she’ll take me away!!”
Harley’s eyes widened, and she took a step back. “Pipe down or I'll pull your legs off!”
The little she-devil seemed to shiver excitedly at the mere suggestion; if anything, it made her noisier. She cried out for her mistress, and it wasn’t long before her screams were answered.
Mechanical feet tapped rapidly on the basement floor, and Eve rushed out from behind the couch. She leapt upon the coffee table and kicked Harley directly in the stomach.
The girl stumbled backwards a little, startled by the showdoll’s sudden appearance. The kick came out of nowhere, and while it wasn’t enough to put her on the floor, it sure did hurt.
“Cute little brat,” mused Eve. She reached down to her right thigh and slid open a hidden compartment; out came a small leather whip. She pulled it taut between her metal fingers and then snapped it hard against the table.
“If you think you can steal my toy and get away with it, you are dead wrong.”
Harley stuck her tongue out at the leather-bound demoness. “What are you gonna do about it?”
Quick as a flash, the tip of the whip lashed out and struck the girl across the thigh. Harley reached down to clutch her leg - too slow. She got hit again, across the arm this time.
“You’re going to look very cute covered in red welts,” sneered Eve.
Harley took a step back; she felt Rosanna cling to her neck as she did.
“Careful, Harles,” said the rabbit. “That body isn’t just for show…”
The girl grit her teeth as she sized up her opponent. She was by far the biggest of all the showdolls, and the whip hurt like hell…
But all she could think about was how fun it would be to have it for herself.
She lunged for Eve; the doll jumped out of the way. She got another lash against the arm for that. Yet she persisted in spite of the whip. Chasing the doll across the basement, over chairs and tables and ottomans. But eventually, the doll ran out of furniture to leap to, and so she dropped to the floor and made a break for the stairs.
But Harley got there first. And with a giant human girl standing in the way, Eve knew her only option was to stand her ground and target this preteen where she was weakest. So, she flung the whip towards the girl’s crotch, where it was poised to crack right against her sensitive young clit.
But the whip-end never hit its mark, because Harley caught it mid-air.
She started the swing in her young, narrow shoulders and let the momentum move the rest of her arm, all the way down to her wrist. Now it was her snapping the whip - but Eve was still gripping the end of it. And by the time the doll’s finger servos released the weapon, the doll had already hit the wall.
Harley’s hair was a mess, and her naked limbs were covered in welts, but she was victorious.
“Oh my God, Harley,” moaned Rosanna. “I’ve never seen a pair of legs come so far out of their sockets…”
Eve screeched angrily as she dragged herself away from the base of the wall. The threat was cut short when her voice box malfunctioned mid-scream. Already, her cries were undercut with desperate moans, and the act of crawling towards Harley was making her cunt drool onto the floor.
Harley snickered and took a seat on the couch, watching with amusement as the demoness tried to take back her position. Eve may have been built for domination, but trying to fight a human girl in her very own home was a plan that was doomed from the start. And now, as Harley placed little Mary on her lap, the demon-like showdoll was forced to watch as her toy was stolen from her.
Mary’s joints shivered a bit when she felt Harley’s thumb on her naked pussy. She had no idea what was happening - all she knew was that she was straddling something big and warm. Harley’s right leg, though she didn’t know it. She called out to her mistress, hoping for an answer.
“I broke your mistress,” giggled Harley. “Oops. Guess you’re mine, now.”
Mary’s little horned head swiveled nervously, as if she could see at all from behind the blindfold. “Oh…what are you going to do to me?”
Harley smiled as she dragged her thumb from the doll’s clit to her asshole. She tugged one of her asscheeks to the side, taking a moment to admire her new toy. “Oh, I’m gonna punish you. Just like your mistress did…but I think I’m gonna do it better.”
The girl reached in between the couch cushions and pulled out a hairband. There was no telling how long it had been in there, but that didn’t matter to Harles. She pulled it taut, putting the band under tension, and then let it loose against the little doll’s asscheeks.
A high-pitched squeal burst from the little succubus’s lips, and then it melted into incoherent whimpers. She raised her tail high in the air.
“O-Ohhh…yes, mistress…I’m yours, now…”
Rosanna clapped her gloved paws together and gave Harley a kiss on the cheek. “Oh, that’s so fun! What do you think of that, Eve?”
The fallen dominatrix moaned and groaned as she slid herself, arm over arm, across the basement floor. “To the victor go the spoils,” she laughed weakly. “I was weak. Eve is yours.”
“Oh, don’t worry,” purred Harley. The girl set Mary aside and stood up to stand over Eve’s broken body. “I’ll give you your consolation prize.”
Eve felt a great rush of air and a thud as Harley sat down on her knees and pressed her crotch down on the doll’s lower back. And now that she had the showdoll pinned between her legs, it was easy for Harley to reach down and pull off the panel concealing her batteries. Three double A’s.
“Three…”
Eve didn’t quite know what had happened until another second had passed. Then she felt an unbearable ecstasy wash over her lower back. Rushing all throughout her body as every functional part began to slow. She could barely make an effort to lift her arms now, let alone try to escape Harley’s grasp. But with how good the weakness felt, she wasn’t sure she wanted to anyway.
A few inches from her oculars, the battery fell to the floor. Her life force ripped out right in front of her.
“O-Ohhhh, God…”
“Two…”
Another click, and an unbearable second of anticipation. And when the second wave hit her, she came on the spot. Gushing doll cum onto the floor as her motors were deprived of electricity. Now, her input mechanisms were starting to fail, and the only thing she could feel was the creeping embrace of total system failure. Her limbs were dead weight now, and somehow she felt more free without them.
Even her voice box was failing - there wasn’t enough juice to form a coherent sentence now. Except for one, in a slowly descending tone:
“Thank…………you…………”
“One.”
Three double A batteries rolled across the basement floor.
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Rosanna took a seat on Eve’s lifeless wreckage, her pussy leaking warm doll cum all over the demoness’s plastic. She rubbed idly at her clit as she looked up at Harley.
“I knew you could do it,” the bunny snickered. “Did you have fun playing my game?”
Harley got on all fours and brought her head down in front of Rosanna’s face.
“We’re gonna do this again,” the girl demanded. “Bring me more dolls, and I’ll take that lighter to you every night until you stop working.”
The bunny’s ears wiggled, her whole body shivering with excitement at the idea. And when Harley leaned down to press one last kiss to her lips, it pushed her right over the edge.
All those delicious dreams of oblivion, conjured on the corpses of her own kin. All this to cultivate Harley’s sexuality, and now she would reap what she had sown. Now she was doomed to a life of torment at the hands of this preteen girl.
She came on the spot. Squirting doll cum all over Eve’s empty battery sockets. And as she did, she thought to herself:
What has been loved more deeply than a broken doll?",
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