[b][u][center]The Warehouse’s Haunts
Part 2
For Technophile34
By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]








As Lucia sat in a puddle of her own liquid waste, her head flicking from the horrible, fearsome silhouette of the Cyberdramon and the more angry, growling face of the other Lucario doll, she wondered if she would survive. Her friend had already been ripped apart, and she doubted that she would fare much better against these angry things. She struggled to get to her feet, trying to pull up what few programs and routines she had for self-defense. No doll started with them, but she had tried to install a few over her time as a salvager. Nothing that would be good enough for this, though. 

As she raised her fists, the other Lucario sneered. She raised one of her own – 

“Ey.”

And from behind, the Cyberdramon reached over Lucia’s shoulder…and grabbed the other Lucario’s hand. 

“What…the fuck…are you doing?” the other Lucario growled. 

“We broke the other one, we ain’t breaking this one.”

“Hmmph. She insulted me.”

Lucia didn’t know what was going on. Were…were things going the wrong way? Or was something just completely cracked in the other doll’s head?

She looked over her shoulder at the armored doll, and then at the humanoid one to its side. That one was ‘dressed’ in a red dress, one that ran down to her hips and the upper thighs, barely hiding anything. She had blonde hair, and was mostly human in appearance, as far as Lucia could tell. She smiled, nodding, gesturing for Lucia to move over to her. 

Considering the anger that was filling the air between the two dolls in front of and behind her, she didn’t think it’d be a good idea to stay where she was, so she happily took that invitation. 

“Sorry about that,” the lady doll said. “That wasn’t what was supposed to happen.”

“Why did she…”

She looked down at the tail still in her hand, then dropped it, shaking her head. The light finally went out. 

“Why did she destroy…”

“Rosalyn’s always had a temper, and a bad one, at that.”

“But…wait, did you say Rosalyn?”

“Yep, the famous Haven rapist,” the human doll said, nodding her head. 

“…That explains a bit…”

She watched as the argument continued in mutters between Rosalyn and the Cyberdramon doll. They were definitely getting more heated, and the Lucario was trying to pull her fist back and failing. Lucia rubbed the back of her neck. 

“So…why…”

“Why all the bodies?”

She nodded. 

“Because sometimes we get a little…overexcited. Rosalyn doesn’t like holding back, and most dolls fight back, and…well, that breaks them. The Cyberdramon? She starts wanting to have fun, but doesn’t know her own strength sometimes.”

“You?”

“Me? I’m usually bait,” she said, shrugging. “My name’s Panty, by the way.”

“Lucia.”

She was trying to sort through everything that was going on, and she didn’t know if she’d be able to. The sheer fact that this had been something of an accident – at least, compared to what seemed to be going on with her – was not sitting well, but at the same time, at least it meant that the majority of this was just her dealing with a group that had impulse control problems rather than three homicidal dolls. 

She was just about to ask what the plan was when a harsh crack split the air. 

Whipping her head back to Rosalyn and the Cyberdramon, she saw that the Lucario doll had gotten her fist crushed, her wrist snapped, and the joint completely popped out. Her eyes widened as she realized that the Cyberdramon must have done it. 

“Nnnngh…you…fucking…bitch!” Rosalyn shouted. 

“That’s what you get for fucking it up.”

“You – she insulted me! She said no! And that one called me fat!”

“And you think that lets you get rid of those that the mistress would enjoy?”

“Mistress?” Lucia whispered. 

“You’ll meet her soon,” Panty explained. 

Rosalyn tried to punch the Cyberdramon with her other, good fist, but the thicker doll caught it and twisted the Lucario’s arm around, spinning her about and thrusting her against one of the support poles for the conveyor belt. The ease with which she did it told Lucia to never try her luck against that one. It wouldn’t go well for her, not in the slightest. 

As the two of them continued arguing, complete with a spanking punishment, the Lucario tried to ignore the feeling of her liquid waste against her thighs. She had wetted herself quite badly, and she could feel the drain of power as some of it damaged her internal circuits. She would have blushed if she had the capability, feeling the way that the liquid was causing sparks inside of her chassis. She’d have to find a way to either take her legs off or the metal panel at her middle to actually fix that. 

Or, rather, she’d need to have someone else help her with that. She didn’t have the stomach to take herself apart, metaphorically speaking. When it came to repairs, she and Annie had been able to do each other’s, but that was about as far as it went. 

[i]And not much of that, either,[/i] she had to admit. There were marks up and down her chassis from other places that they had been, other warehouses that they had salvaged. She doubted that she’d have that much luck figuring out how to fix those here, either. 

Panty patted her shoulder. 

“Hey, you’ll be alright,” she said. 

“I’m not sure…I mean…I don’t even know what’s going on.”

“Trust me, it’ll be okay. It’ll take some…adjustments, but you’ll like it.”

“…Do I have a choice?”

“Technically, yes, but look at you. Do you want to try leaving like this?”

Bzzzt. Her insides sparked a bit again, and her processor informed her that she was down to less than 20% battery power. She sighed. 

“No.”

“We’ll help you get fixed up, anyway. You can figure out what you want to do at the end of all that.”

“…Why are you being nice?”

“Well, I’m bait and the welcoming party,” Panty admitted. “It helps if people see a nice face instead of, you know, Rosalyn.”

“I heard that, you fucking bitch-faced – FUCK! You pull any harder and I’m not gonna have any more fucking arms, you fucking FUCK!”

Lucia winced, but not as much as she expected to. She wasn’t altogether surprised, considering what had happened to Annie, but…well, she still felt some sympathy for a doll that was getting punished. Even if that doll probably deserved all that and more. She rubbed the back of her head. 

It was all happening so fast. She had been caught, she had found her friend dismembered and destroyed, and now, she was being told that she’d be brought to someone that they just called their ‘Mistress’. Was this some sort of doll cult? Or was something else going on in this warehouse?

Eventually, the punishment of Rosalyn seemed to conclude, and Lucia watched the Cyberdramon and the other Lucario as they returned. Rosalyn was missing an arm now, and the Cyberdramon doll carried it over her shoulder, occasionally using the Lucario’s own arm to spank her and keep her moving. 

It was both sickening and satisfying at the same time. 

“Alright, you tell her everything yet, Panty?” the Cyberdramon asked. 

“Just about.”

“Well, let’s get back to Mistress. She’ll probably have a lot to say.”

“So, um, just what is the Mistress?” Lucia said, falling in line with the other three dolls. 

“You mean her doll type?” Panty asked. 

Lucia nodded. 

“Oh, she’s a Gengar.”

“…A Gengar.”

That was another one of those doll-lines that didn’t show up as often as some of the others. Lucia didn’t know much about them, even from her limited time as a male doll and the memories that she’d picked up then, but she knew that they weren’t the most…stable. 

Well, that was being a bit unfair. They were fucking nuts, possessive, and mischievous beyond the common lot of the other dolls. More than most, there seemed to be some sort of chaos theory injected into their programming, making them more likely to come up with odd ideas, and less likely to do the normal thing. She could only imagine what a Gengar doll would be doing out here…

#

After a half-hour walk through the different levels and layers of the warehouse, they reached a portion of the upper catwalks. It was strange to be so high off the ground, as even Haven didn’t have this sort of elevation to work with, but at the same time, Lucia had to admit that it was nice. It was further from the ground, far from anything that might cause them problems, and despite the fact that she’d lost at least ten percent of her battery power on the ladder, she felt…safer. 

Safer than she did around Rosalyn alone, at least. 

[i]Wish Annie could have seen this up here…[/i]

The thought didn’t fill her with the sort of pain that she imagined a normal person might have felt. Dolls were programmed differently. Sadness came in different forms, and in this case, it was more of a regret than anything else, a regret that she didn’t have that asset, that kindness, that fun, around anymore. 

But it wouldn’t go further than that. It never did. 

They marched across the catwalks, taking a zig-zag path between the different holes in the surface. Several times Lucia had to be rescued by the Cyberdramon or by Panty, just because she had come too close to a hole and her leg had fallen in it. One time, it bashed her chassis hard enough to crack it, and some of the fluids inside started spilling out. 

“Useless Barbie,” Rosalyn said, only to get another smack from her own arm for the insult. “Hey!”

“Control it, bitch,” Cyberdramon said, shaking her head. “Now, come on. Let’s get to Mistress.”

Panty helped her keep from falling into any further holes after that, though Lucia was still plenty embarrassed from the crack in her leg and the slow leakage of wasted battery fluid. She doubted that was going to stop anytime soon, and she’d need to do something about it if she wanted to stay active. 

They walked up the catwalk to a chunk of blackness at the far end. At first, Lucia just thought that it was another cluster of debris, but the closer that they got, the more she realized that it was a cluster of different boxes and chunks of metal that had been melted and welded together to form a miniature palace. Yes, it was rough, and more than a little jagged looking, but hey, someone had taken the time to make something to live in rather than just living in the dark corners and on the heights. 

Someone here, apparently, had the knowledge to use tools, too, which meant that they might have an easier time all settling in. Lucia filed that away, hoping that her inner processor would remember all this if she did reach no-power status. 

She had to be led through it, brought up to the boxes. They were relatively low, perhaps an inch taller than they were, but considering they were all only six inches tall, that meant that the boxes were seven. A portion of their height higher, and just enough to be comfortable compared to the oversized buildings that they wandered through from the era of their makers. 

The Cyberdramon took the front position, and Rosalyn walked just ahead of her. The other Lucario kept giving her snide looks, almost like she expected Lucia to run the second that she got a chance. 

Truthfully, that had been on her mind, but even aside from the damage that she’d taken and the mess she was in, she wasn’t sure that she would. There was just enough to tempt her to stay, and she had to admit, the way that Panty had talked with her had helped her settle down. The fact that Rosalyn had been punished had gone a long way towards showing her that things could be okay here. 

And if the Mistress wasn’t a complete horror show, then perhaps they could make this work. 

Perhaps. 

Panty gave her a gentle push forward, keeping her moving when she kept pausing to look down the side hallways of the box palace. The further in that they went, the more she realized that the whole place was made up of individual-sized boxes, even the hallways that connected them. That was why there were so many pieces, so many mini-gaps that connected them. It was all boxes. 

She was both surprised and excited by that, and smiled to herself, congratulating herself for solving the ‘mystery.’ 

Then, they reached the end of the hall, and she found herself staring at the ‘Mistress’. 

The Gengar was surprisingly young-looking, as dolls went. Panty had a sort of mature-20s look, while Rosalyn looked like someone in her thirties. The Cyberdramon had looked like someone that had masked up in their late 18s, but Gengar? She looked like a punk, and a skinny, young punk, at that. Not quite the sort that one would start veering away from, where you would obviously say she was too young, but the sort that made you think that you better ask their age before you got started. 

She wasn’t even dressed, either, sprawled out on a throne of mixed plastic and metal with her legs spread out over either arm. Her pussy, dripping wet, was getting eaten out by another doll, a Mewtwo doll, whose ass was pushed back and her tail shoved into her pussy, making almost a handle back there. 

“Oh, fuck yeah, get your tongue in there, you slut. I wanna feel it – fuck yes, right there, right theeeeeere!”

Lucia had a slight moment of shock to see the Gengar taking it that well and that happily, and most importantly, so shamelessly. The dark-skinned female arched her back, her mouth refusing to move as she spoke, only glowing off and on as she did. Her toes curled and her pussy clenched, sending a squirt of her juices across the room. 

“Fuuuuuuck yeah, that’s the stuff…”

She slumped back down, surprisingly small breasts laying over her chest as she rested against her throne. She patted the Mewtwo doll on the head, and the powerful-looking doll got to her feet. Her breasts were bigger than the Gengar’s, but she seemed to be quite happy to show them off, turning and giving a slight thrust of her chest, as if showing them off a bit more. 

As the room quieted down, the Gengar looked back at the little troop that had preceded Lucia into the room. She cocked her head to the side, then chuckled at Rosalyn’s arm over the Cyberdramon’s shoulder. 

“She was naughty again, hmm?”

“Yep.”

“How many?”

“Just one lost, this time. We managed to get the other.”

“Rosalyn, Rosalyn, Rosalyn…what am I going to do with you?” the Gengar said, pulling one leg down from the side of her throne but leaving the other up, completely exposed. Her joints clicked, and she snapped her fingers. Mewtwo leaned over, putting a little oil on her visible joints in her legs. 

“Ain’t my fault. She called me fat.”

“That’s because you are, fat-ass,” the Gengar said, chuckling. 

“You fucking –”

“Facts are facts, my pet. If you want to be lied to, then you can try to go back to Haven. Try.”

“…” 

Lucia could almost feel the growling soundwaves that were coming through the air. It wasn’t even a voice there, but rather an almost-overclocked processor that was beating with artificial fury. 

[i]How do you look so…calm?[/i] she wondered, looking back at the Gengar. [i]This woman terrorized Haven. How do you know you can control her?[/i]

For that matter, how did that Gengar control everyone else? How was this skinny thing the Mistress of all these different dolls?

Then, the Gengar looked at her. 

“So, you’re the new one, hmm? Well, come on. Come here.”

Lucia looked at Panty, who nodded for her to follow the orders. She stepped forward, blushing worse than usual, feeling the damage in her limb a bit more than she had been. It wasn’t pain, but more this stream of data telling her that something was broken, something was damaged and not working right. It was almost like a pop-up in her brain that kept coming back every few seconds after she metaphorically clicked it away. 

As she stood before the other doll, she felt the Gengar’s eyes flicking up and down her body. Unlike Panty, she didn’t really have any clothes on, and the metal plate that kept her old parts off of display was all the more obvious. She shifted from foot to foot as best she could, trying not to hide things. Her breasts felt more enormous than usual as the other doll stared at them, that smile never fading, never moving. 

Eventually, the Mewtwo doll idly nudged the Gengar. 

“Huh? Hmm?” the Gengar asked. 

“She looks down to her last few percentage points of power. Perhaps we should allow her the chance to sit down on a charger?”

“Oh, damn. Are you that low?” the Gengar asked, again, without moving that smiling mouth. 

“I’m…down to about four percent, yes.”

“Well, now, you should have said something. Plug!”

She tried not to let her relief show on her face, but she had no doubt that it did. Lucia felt like she was about to fall over, and when one of the dolls – either the Cyberdramon or Panty, she wasn’t sure which – pushed something against her ass and gently guided her down, she didn’t fight it. Even as the metal prong spread her ass cheeks and slid inside, she only hissed a bit in discomfort. 

“Ah…ah…”

The feeling of power flooding back into her core was all that she needed, and she groaned under her breath as she felt the battery inside of her starting to recharge. It was one thing to live off of the energy drinks that the different farms made, but there was [i]nothing[/i] that beat a live wire tapped and fed right into your core. Lucia felt her fingers clicking softly as she went limp, all of her different joints suddenly losing tension for a moment before being pulled tight again with a clickity-clack sound as the ball bearings and more slapped back into place. 

It wasn’t an instant charge, but she was no longer draining, and that was a plus. She looked up with more energy than she’d had, nodding her thanks. 

“I needed that…I needed that more than I thought. Thank you.”

“I can’t have one of my new girls nodding off on me, can I?” the Gengar said, stretching her leg out and pointing her toes to the side of her throne before looking back. “And much as I’d love you face-down, ass-up, I doubt that it would be very good if you couldn’t remember it.”

“I didn’t say that I’d join…you know, that,” Lucia pointed out, even as she tried to get comfortable on the plug. 

“Oh? I thought you already joined. Panty, didn’t she join?”

“Well, no, Mistress, you told us to bring her here first.”

“Did I?” 

“Yes, you did,” the Mewtwo doll said, nodding. 

“I don’t remember doing that.”

“You did, Mistress. You said that you wanted them to say it to you, rather than just getting it as a message from your subs.”

“…That doesn’t sound like me,” the Gengar said. 

“That’s because I advised you to do that.”

“Thaaaat’s why it sounds so dull and sensible,” the ghost doll said, rolling her eyes. “Yes, yes, that makes sense now.”

“Look, I’m not here to…you know, stay,” Lucia pointed out, trying not to feel too self-conscious about being charged this way. The ground feeling of the plug up her ass was a nice one, and the relief of not having her battery draining any further was beyond wonderful. However, having other people see her penetrated…back there…

Well, it wasn’t what she had expected to be doing with her evening, to put it mildly. 

And the way that the Gengar doll was looking at her wasn’t setting any of those anxieties to rest, either. 

“I just want to set up some repairs and charge up, and then I’ll go. I’ll work for it, I promise, but I don’t want to stick around for much longer after that.”

“Hmmm…Panty, what lies were you telling her?” the Gengar asked. 

“No lies. I said, um, technically, that she has a choice.”

“Hmm, I’m guessing that you didn’t say what the technicalities were?”

“Um, no, Mistress.”

“I thought not.”

The Gengar got up from her throne, walking right up to the Lucario doll. She tried her best not to flinch back, but when someone that was obviously a bit unstable walked up and stood over her like that, even though they were both naked, even though they were both the same size, it was hard to quite feel good about it. 

“Um…”

“Here’s the deal, dear. You’re going to have a little bit of reprogramming done while you’re on that plug.”

“What?!”

“Sit.”

The Gengar’s hand on her shoulder was the only thing keeping Lucia from leaping right off the plug right then and there, and she grimaced as she felt the charging continue. The Gengar kept explaining. 

“It’s part of staying here for a while. You have to be programmed [i]safe[/i] for me.”

“Mmmph…why?”

“Because it makes me feel safe and happy. And because it makes sure that you don’t cause any trouble.”

“Then…why isn’t…”

“Rosalyn’s got an annoying loophole that I’m working on. She can hurt other people coming in, and so can the others, but they can’t hurt [i]insiders.[/i] Dolls that had been programmed. You hear me?”

Much as Lucia didn’t want to, she did. If she had the programming done, then Rosalyn wouldn’t be able to hurt her. At least, not without being told to. If she tried to avoid it, then there’d be other problems. 

And that was if the only programming being done was just to make her ‘safe,’ which she supposed meant that she couldn’t attack the Gengar, or maybe not disobey. Neither of those were particularly good ones, but if they made an agreement…

“These are on temporary levels, right? They eventually self-destruct?” Lucia asked. 

“Heh, the programs?”

“Yes. I don’t want them in there…forever.”

“Tell you what. I’ll put them on a one-week timer, just for you, cutie.”

“…You…you can do that?”

“Oh, easily. I’ve been experimenting with this for weeks. You can do that without even trying, these days.”

“…so, when a week goes by…”

“You can decide whether you want to leave. The question is, really, whether you’ll want to.”

That was…better. It wasn’t good, but it was better. And it would mean that she’d be able to do what she wanted, to a degree, without having to worry about everything else. She looked down at the damage to her leg, and she knew that it would take at least a week to pull all those dents out. And she wouldn’t have a better time to try and fix her insides than now, considering all the parts in the warehouse. 

“…Fine.”

“Hmm?”

“I said, fine. I’ll let you do it, and…and I’ll join in, if I have to.”

“Oh, you do.”

“Mmmph…”

“Don’t worry, little cutie. I’m sure that you’ll fit in just fine around here…”

Lucia was pretty sure that she would fit in anywhere that the others wanted her to, but she also knew that she didn’t like the idea of being reprogrammed, even for a good cause. She bit her lips as the Gengar reached around the back of her neck, gently pulling at the rubber skin back there and lifting it up. 

“The port should be right about – ah, there it is. Mewtwo, plug her in.”

“Yes, Mistress,” the officious lavender and purple doll said. 

Lucia did her best to not flinch as the plug went into the port, something that hadn’t happened for a very, very long time. She felt an interface at the other end, something old, something that spoke in…well, if she spoke in 0s and 1s, then this thing spoke in 0s and half-ones, old and dated. A comparison of listening to thees and thous from older people popped into her head, though she didn’t know where from. 

“Mewtwo, get your butt back between my legs. I want that tongue working hard while I get this cutie ready.”

Biting her lip, the Barbie Lucario felt the tingles and tickles of the different numbers and data streams moving into her head. There were little switches being flipped, little tweaks to her programming and other things going on. She didn’t really know what was happening, but she knew that this was going to be something – 

“Ah!”

She gasped, blushing as she felt a sudden burst of arousal, something that was new and different since her loss of…well, since the loss of her parts down there. She tried to pull her legs together, but something else happened in her head, something that made it impossible for her to hide herself. 

“What…what are you…”

“Just making some adjustments.”

“You didn’t…you said…”

“Oh, yeah, you’re going to be made [i]safe[/i], but that doesn’t mean I’m not going to fiddle with you a bit.”

“That…that’s not…”

She could feel various little subroutines being triggered, little things that either had been buried or just recently installed. Lucia opened her mouth, and pre-recorded moans started to echo from her lips. They were sound files installed from some porn actress, she realized, and the Gengar doll laughed. 

“Oh ho ho, that’s great. Can we make you louder?”

Just like that, she felt like some internal dial had been turned, and without warning, the sound came out of her mouth at double, then triple the prior volume. Her cheeks could not have gone redder. 

The Gengar doll was obviously on a power trip, but there was nothing that Lucia could do. She stared straight ahead, her insides starting to dampen as the metal plate kept them from coming out the way that they were supposed to. She could feel her chassis delivering feedback that was obviously supposed to be pleasure, but there was nothing happening to her. Her mind was washed out in amplification commands, making everything feel better than it was supposed to. The variables were being changed, the baselines altered, everything – 

“Mistress.”

The Mewtwo doll rubbed the ghost doll’s thighs. 

“You are pushing her very far for her first time.”

“But it’s sooooo fun.”

“I know, Mistress, but there are certain levels of tolerance, and she’s reaching them.”

“I suppose she is.” The Gengar doll sighed. “Alright, alright. One second.”

The Gengar doll tapped another button, and Lucia felt her shut-down mode engage. Her eyes widened, then closed as she went from active to inactive, then shut down. 

#

When she booted up again, the doll realized that she wasn’t on the plug anymore, and that she was actually fully charged. She could feel something missing, though, and she groaned as she lifted herself up and looked down. 

[i]My leg…[/i]

The damaged leg was gone, leaving her an amputee. Her fluid lines had been redirected out the leg hole, dripping into a bucket off the side of the bed, and she realized that her insides ‘felt’ better than they had since she’d become a Barbie. She took care as she sat up, gradually getting into a comfortable position before looking around. 

It was a small box room, something that was just big enough for the bed, a chest for something or other – possibly outfits? – and a bit of walking space. The walls were blank, and she wondered if the other members of the Gengar’s harem decorated their living space. 

Think about it, she wondered if Rosalyn even lived up here. Panty had said that she was the bait, usually, but Rosalyn had been down in the middle of the warehouse, standing on the glowing platform. She’d been the one that was posing, showing off. 

[i]I need to ask them more questions. I need to figure this out.[/i]

As she shook her head, Lucia heard someone in the hallway just outside. She looked up just in time to see Panty poking her head around the corner, hair refusing to bob or swish, probably held up by some sort of oil from the warehouse. 

“How are you doing? You were shut down for a while.”

“I’m…okay. Figuring things out.”

“Would you like some company?”

“…I wouldn’t mind that.”

The human doll walked in, sitting down on the bed and wrapping an arm around the Lucario doll. Lucia hugged back. 

“So, um…about my leg?”

“You’ll get a spare one soon, and we’ll put the real one back at the end of the week.”

“Thanks. Just wanted to check.”











[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: After the horrifying beginning, things start to get a bit nicer for the Lucario doll. It seems that the other dolls all live here, but serve another one, one they call Mistress. And Lucia needs to meet her. 

Tags: F/F, F/solo, anal, plug, charging, anthro, Pokémon, Digimon, human, doll, robot, Lucario, mewtwo, gengar, cyberdramon, oral, cunnilingus, tail sex, programming, mind control, body control, teasing, wet, amputation,