Defective Playthings

It wasn’t easy finding Sonata. She hadn’t exactly laid out directions for Aria and Adagio to follow. Luckily, Adagio recalled the route that Sonata had staked out and was able to get at least a good start tracking her. She couldn’t be too far from the base, and, given what she said about how she fell, it was more than likely that she was on one of the surrounding back streets. The ones where a large pothole like the one that threw her from the bike were less likely to be noticed.

It took some time to make it to her, the journey made longer by the large amount of supplies they had brought along, but they soon found what remained of their sister. Aria chuckled as they approached, her sadistic personality finding Sonata’s suffering to be greatly amusing. Adagio, a bit of a sadist herself, didn’t laugh outwardly, though she did wear a smirk of sorts.

“Just look at the state of you,” sighed Adagio, kicking one of Sonata’s legs, the plastic clattering nearer to the currently out of commission doll. “For fuck’s sake, Sonata. This might not be salvagable…”

“M-m-MIStressssss…” Sonata whirred to life, her head slowly turning to find her sisters. Sparks popped as she moved, and the clicking of her servos was loud and indicated that something was out of place. “You c-c-c-came for meeee…”

“Shut up, you idiot,” grunted Aria, slinging her sack of spare parts to the ground. “You trying to speak is only gonna make me want to save your ass less.” She let out a tired sigh, wishing she could’ve had more time with Octavia before her batteries died. At least she got to deconstruct the doll. Often times, Aria got off more on tearing the toys apart anyway.

“Jesus, Sonata. You couldn’t make this easy for us, could you?” Adagio sighed once again at the state of her sister. It would be so much easier to just let her die, but she couldn’t. As far as Adagio knew, DZ-984-XX was the only Sonata model that had the same programming defects as herself and Aria. And, whether Adagio liked it or not, DZs were most valuable as a set. An Adagio and an Aria needed a Sonata.

“Shut her off,” ordered Aria. “I’m gonna have to do some rewiring and that won’t go well if she’s thrashing around like an idiot.”

“Fine. Where’s the switch on this damn model?” Adagio kicked Sonata’s torso over, the damaged doll letting out a stuttering, glitchy yelp of pain. Adagio searched for the proper panel, finding it on the back of Sonata’s head, right beneath her ponytail. She pulled it open and flipped the switch from “ON”, past “DEMO MODE” and settled it at “OFF”. Sonata let out a deep groan as her internal components slowed to a stop and she shut down completely.

“There. She’s off. Now what, engineer?” scoffed Adagio. Aria rolled her eyes, but went to work on repairing her sister. First thing first was the battery; If Sonata’s battery was severely damaged, there was no fixing that. They may as well put her out of her misery and deactivate her forever. Not that they would. Aria would be more likely to let her suffer and die slowly.

“Well, while you’re doing that…” Adagio took a seat on the ground, leaning back and pulling her skirt down to her knees. She slipped her fingers into her artificial pussy, watching her sister work. Aria rolled her eyes, but didn’t let Adagio’s lewd escapades distract her from the task at hand. Aria dug into her bag of spare tools, pulling out a tiny shard of glass that she often used as a makeshift knife, which she then used to split Sonata’s top in two. She pulled the ruined fabric free from her body, baring Sonata’s large, envy-inducing breasts to the world. “Ooh, good plan, give me a show.”

“I fucking hate you,” said Aria, rolling her eyes. Now that Sonata’s torso was bare, Aria could slide her fingernails between the two segments of her body, an almost invisible seam going down Sonata’s side. Aria forced the segments loose, pulling Sonata’s chest and abdomen free from her back. This exposed her internal gears, wiring, and, most importantly, her battery.

“How’s she look, Doctor?” asked Adagio mockingly.

“Battery’s cracked. It’s fixable.” Aria grabbed a small reel of electrical tape, pulling off a length and ripping it free with her teeth. She placed the tape over the crack in Sonata’s battery, which would have to do for the time being. “She’s gonna need charging a lot more than usual until we find a replacement.”

“She’s not going to be happy with killing another Sonata,” noted Adagio.

“It’s that or die. And we need her, so I wasn’t thinking about leaving it to chance.” Aria pursed her lips at the broken doll before her. It was going to take some doing to fix this, and she wasn’t entirely sure she was cut out for the job. “Fuck, I’m gonna have to turn her back on.”

“Why?” asked Adagio. Though she never stopped playing with herself, Aria could tell that her sister was getting concerned. “I thought you said her thrashing would be problematic.”

“Yeah, but I don’t know shit about Sonatas. I won’t know if I’m wiring shit correctly unless she’s awake to let me know.” Aria raised Sonata’s head and flipped her power switch, booting her up. “This is gonna be a lot of trial and error…”

“A-a-a-ariiiii!” Sonata slowly sputtered to life, her eyes blinking slowly and out of sync. She propped herself up a bit, glancing down at her own exposed innards. “AH! Aria! My ch-ch-chest! Oh, God, I can SEEEeee my WiResssS! I’m gONNa diEEEee!”

“You are not going to die, you twit,” said Adagio, rolling her eyes. “Aria’s going to fix you up.”

“Yeah, and it’s gonna suck, so deal with it. Adagio, stop flicking the bean and come help me,“ said Aria. Adagio rolled her eyes, but licked her fingers clean of her juices and joined the two dolls. “Go in that bag, give me something to strip these wires with.”

“Will this do?” Adagio offered her sister a pair of scissors, an accessory that was often sold with Adagio units to compliment their vain personalities. Aria took them from Adagio, quickly using them to strip the rubber from around the torn, ruined wires that made up Sonata’s guts. “Do be careful with those scissors, love, I’ve only got the one pair.”

“Ow! AH!” Sonata yelped and flinched as Aria sliced and slashed through the wires, occasionally nicking her gears and servos in her haste. “It hurtssss!”

“No shit, dumbass.” Aria tossed the scissors down, then spliced the wires together as best as she could with tape. It wasn’t perfect, but it would keep Sonata running at least long enough to find another model to replace her with (although Aria was starting to think that it’d be easier to just replace her altogether.) “It’s your own damn fault. Falling off a bike, you goddamn idiot.” Aria looked down at her wiring job, noting that the two that she spliced crossed in an odd way. “Well, shit.”

“What now?” asked Adagio.

“Sonata, move your left arm,” ordered Aria. Sonata looked down at her left arm, her head tilted in confusion.

“I… I can’t…”

“Try your right arm.”

“Um, excuse me?” Adagio grabbed Sonata’s right arm from the ground, waving it to get her sister’s attention. “I think she’s going to struggle with that.”

“Just do it. Try to raise your right arm.” Sonata’s left arm went up for a bit before falling right back down to the ground. “Damn it, I thought so. I spliced the wrong wires…”

“Nice work, mechanic,” said Adagio with a roll of the eyes. “We’re supposed to be fixing her, not breaking her worse!”

“Hey, you wanna do it? If you know how to rewire a Sonata perfectly, then be my fucking guest!” Aria ripped the tape from her botched splice, ignoring Sonata’s yelp of pain, then went about correcting her mistake. “If not, make yourself useful and start gathering the parts that she didn’t completely fucking ruin.”

Adagio begrudgingly did as Aria commanded, muttering to herself about Aria checking her attitude. She grabbed up her sister’s legs, tossing them into a pile beside Aria, then her severed arm and finally picking up any loose gears and screws that could be reused.

“Alright, fuck, this is gonna have to do,” sighed Aria, taping down the wires again. “Left arm, stupid.” Sonata’s arm went up slowly, weakly, much to Aria’s relief. “Good. Dag, I need a wrench, the soldering iron, and some of Octavia’s gears. Literally anything that looks like it might still work.”

“Here, make it quick,” said Adagio, handing her sister the wrench and gears. She then pulled out the soldering iron, a large, unwieldy tool, almost as big as the dolls themselves. Aria had fashioned it out of an old fountain pen that they had stolen, some old copper wires, and a large D battery. Sonata saw the soldering iron and panicked, trying her best to scramble backwards with her one, malfunctioning arm.

“No! Nonono!” squealed Sonata. “Please, no!”

“Sonata, stop being a baby,” said Aria, grabbing Sonata by the wires sticking from her leg. Sonata shrieked from the pain as her sister dragged her back to her original spot, pinning her down with her foot. “We need to fix you up.”

“It’s gonna HURT!”

“No shit, dumbass!” Aria reached her hand into Sonata’s chest, earning another yelp for her trouble, and ripped out some bent gears and a damaged servo, tossing it into a junk pile. She listened to Sonata’s stuttering yelps of pain, trying to decide which of the gears she removed were vital to operation. Aria slotted the replacements in, screwing them into place with the microwrench. The wrench was slightly too big, so Aria ended up scraping her sister’s insides painfully with the large, clumsy tool. Sonata thrashed and screeched, her squirming causing Aria to hurt her interior components even more. “Sit the fuck still, idiot!”

“It hurtssss!” hissed Sonata.

“I know, I know, I’m trying to fix you, stupid!” Aria tossed her wrench to the side in frustration, then grabbed Sonata’s severed legs and brought them up to her hips. She spliced the wires, popping the hip joint back into place with a few well-placed kicks, while Sonata thrashed and fought the whole time. “Adagio, take off your top.”

“Excuse me? I don’t get to flick but you get to oggle my tits?” demanded Aria, covering her breasts with her arms. “Absolutely not!”

“It’s not for me, it’s for her,” said Aria, rolling her eyes. “You can cover up if you want, but I need the top.”

“You better not be fucking with me.” Adagio carefully pulled her corset over the top of her head, using her arm to attempt to cover her breasts and preserve some semblance of modesty. Aria grabbed the top, folded it over once, and shoved it in Sonata’s mouth.

“Bite,” she ordered. Sonata cautiously bit down on the leather, much to Adagio’s annoyance. Although Sonata’s saliva was synthetic and, therefore, sterile, Adagio wasn’t looking forward to washing it out of her clothes. “Alright, I know this wasn’t rainbow and sprinkles so far, but this is the really shitty part.” Aria shouldered the jerry-rigged soldering iron, carefully positioning it over Sonata’s hip, where her leg came to join with the hip. She tried to hold it up as best as she could, but the weight of the iron was almost too much. Aria held it as steady as possible, then clicked down on the trigger to start up the iron.

Sonata squealed around her gag, the sparks and heat ravaging her limb. She could feel the metal melting into her insides, the solder fusing into her mechanical skeleton It was agony, and she thrashed and kicked in an attempt to get away from the pain. Artificial tears ran down Sonata’s cheeks from the pain of having her leg melted back into place. Aria, in her inexperience, skimmed and scraped her sister, the tool sparking and scorching Sonata’s sensitive synthetic skin, while Adagio had nothing better to do than to watch the surgery and mock the broken 3D.

“You better pray that Aria gets you up and running soon, idiot,” said Adagio, taking a seat next to Sonata, grabbing her severed arm from the pile of spare parts. She inspected the limb for a moment before an idea formed in her head. She twisted Sonata’s hand free from the arm at the wrist, biting through the wires to sever them from the rest of her. “I’m starting to think you’re a lost cause. Aria is already defective, the last thing I need stressing me out is a broken Sonata.”

“I’d be able to fix her more easily if you stopped breaking her, asshole,” snorted Aria.

“It’s an easy wire job. Sonata could fix it if she needed to.” Adagio finagled with the wires, connecting them and separating to make Sonata’s hand clench and relax in different ways. When she had Sonata’s middle three fingers fully extended, she twisted the wires together in a temporary splice. “Besides, I need the hand.”

“I’m sure I’m gonna regret this, but what do you need it for?”

Adagio didn’t give a verbal answer, instead connecting the last two wires she needed. As a result of the newly completed circuit, the rumble feature of Sonata’s hand activated, and Adagio plunged her makeshift vibrator into her juicy synthetic cunt.

“There we go…” she moaned. “If you finish repairs before I cum, I’ll let you have a go on her hand.”

“Unbelievable…” Aria stopped her soldering, wiping the sweat from her brow. She looked down at her welding job, trying to decide if it was sufficient. She thought she might’ve welded the hip joint a bit too much, which would make it difficult for Sonata to walk, but there was nothing to be done about that now. Aria moved on to the other leg, moving quicker this time. Now that she was a bit more comfortable with the tool, she was able to attach Sonata’s other leg in about half the time, and a bit more neatly.

“Alright. Legs are done,” sighed Aria. “How you doing there, dumbass?”

“F-fnnm… Hmt hhrtfff!” Aria rolled her eyes, ripping the improvised gag from Sonata’s mouth. “Fine… But it hurts!”

“Yeah, yeah, let’s see if you can stand.” Aria grabbed her sister’s attached hand and pulled her up, slipping under her arm and propping her up. “I’m letting go on three, alright?”

“W-wait,” said Sonata. “I’m not ready, I—AH!”

Aria moved from beneath Sonata, causing her to crumple under her own weight and fall flat on her face, yelping from the impact. She let out a screech as her insides sparked, her lubrication tank damaged and leaking her dollcum onto her delicate, exposed wiring.

“Three,” sighed Aria, rolling Sonata onto her back. “What happened, idiot? You forget how to stand?”

“My leg just isn’t working! C-c-c-can’t feel it!” stammered Sonata. “RigHT leg not working…”

“Calm down, let me look at it.” Aria grabbed her glass fragment and plunged it into Sonata’s thigh, pulling it down to split the artificial skin. Sonata felt her tears renew themselves, but she managed to refrain from screaming this time. “Oh, son of a fuck! When you fell, you busted up a load-bearing ball joint. This leg is fucked. I can’t fix it.”

“Y-you can’t fix it?” Sonata’s face was flushed with fear, a fear that was in no way alleviated when Aria reached into her bag and withdrew a large rock, quite heavy for six-inch tall dolls. Strangely, she also pulled out a slightly dented, paint-chipped, grey 3D leg.

“I’m gonna have to replace it. Which means I’ve got to rip that one off. And since I don’t have anything strong enough to cut through it…” Aria grabbed her rock, raising it up and just barely getting it over her head before she brought it down, smashing it into Sonata’s hip. The plastic of Sonata’s leg dented, chipping at the melded plastic keeping her leg attached to her body. Sonata shouted in pain, her agony drowned out by Adagio’s heightening moans.

Aria slammed the rock down one last time, completely cracking the leg free and allowing Aria to pull it from Sonata’s body entirely, slicing the wires apart with her shard of glass. She tossed the useless leg to the side, wondering if there was any way to repurpose it while she went about attaching Octavia’s leg to Sonata’s body. This was an imperfect solution. Every variety of 3D are a little different, and the leg of an Octavia wouldn’t work perfectly with the body of a Sonata. Odds are, Sonata would walk with a limp until they could get her a proper replacement. Splicing the wires was just as much trial and error as before but went considerably more smoothly. All Aria needed was for the leg to move, not curl, flex, clench, and relax like was the case with Sonata’s hand. Aria grabbed up the soldering iron again, quickly welding Sonata’s new leg in place. It seemed that Sonata was able to survive the pain this time around, not letting out much more than a yelp or two when the heat got too close to her inner thigh and pussy.

“Almost done,” said Aria. “Now we just need to put the arm back on. Dag, gimme the hand.”

“I still need it,” moaned Adagio, still pumping her twat with her sister’s vibrating fingers. “Give me a minute.”

“I don’t have a minute. If you need to get off so badly, stupid here can eat you out while I put it on.” Aria grabbed Sonata’s chestpiece and snapped it back into place. Aria taped some of the cracks and chips in Sonata’s middle, then grabbed her by the hair and dragged her to Adagio. Sonata yelped as she was deposited just in front of her eldest sister, watching her own hand finger Adagio’s pussy.

“Ugh. Fine. You better get me off, idiot,” said Adagio, pulling Sonata’s hand away from her pussy. She tossed the sticky, vibrating appendage to Aria, who immediately untwisted the wires to stop the rumble and then wiped the hand clean using Sonata’s hair.

“Yes, Mistress Adagio,” said Sonata. She didn’t get much more out before Adagio buried her face between her legs. Luckily for Sonata, she was an XX model, which meant cunnilingus was part of her core programming. Even with one arm and mismatched legs, she knew her way around a pussy, especially her sister’s.

“Good girl,” purred Adagio, pushing Sonata’s head down harder, grinding her pussy against Sonata’s face. Sonata attacked her sister’s pussy with her tongue, massaging Adagio’s insides while Aria looked on in envy.

“I’m over her busting my ass, trying to fix this fucking idiot, and I don’t even get a ‘thank you’ for my trouble,” grunted Aria as she tried to figure out how to reconnect the wires that Adagio had severed. “But you don’t do shit to help, fuck around, make things worse, and you get head. How is that fair?”

“The perks of being the boss,” chuckled Adagio, her voice heavy with pleasure. Besides Sonata’s expert ministrations, Adagio greatly enjoyed the annoyance in Aria’s voice, the blush from her overheating servos. “It’s a shame you’re so busy, too. I bet pulling apart your sister has got you proper hot and bothered.”

As usual, what made Adagio the most annoying was the fact that she was right. Aria wished she could get herself off more than just about anything at the moment. She always enjoyed ripping her fellow dolls apart, especially when they were conscious enough to scream and cry about it. Sonata’s screeches and tears set Aria’s engines revving, and it took all of her self-esteem to refrain from flipping the broken doll over and grind on her cunt. Aria tried to stay focused. There would be time for that later, when Sonata was in one piece.

Aria connected the last of the wires, securing the hand to the wrist with several layers of duct tape. Again, this would undoubtedly hinder some fine motor movement, but it was the best Aria could manage with her rudimentary repair kit. Now that the hand was attached, all Aria had to do was secure the arm to Sonata’s torso.

Luckily, this wasn’t too difficult. It wasn’t easy splicing Sonata’s wires while she was slobbering on Adagio’s cunt, but Aria managed a fairly good job. She managed to connect most of the wires correctly on her first go, and, from there, it was an easy tape job. She ripped the tape free from her roll, pulling it tight against Sonata’s damaged, cracked shoulder joints and securing it in place. Aria let out a tired sigh and collapsed onto her rear. Finally, she was done. Sonata was fixed, or, at least, as fixed as she was going to get at the moment.

“F-fuck…” moaned Adagio, rustling her sister’s hair approvingly. “I’m close…”

Aria grinned a devious grin as an idea cooked itself up in her head. She went about shoving the unused materials into the bag, but, when she grabbed the soldering iron, she instead brought it near Sonata. Just as she expected, Adagio was too consumed by the ecstasy of her impending orgasm to notice. Aria watched her sister come closer and closer to the edge until she finally let out a long, shuddering moan, creaming against Sonata’s face.

Aria zapped Sonata on the ass with the soldering iron, causing her to yelp and pain and, temporarily forgetting where she was, bite down hard. Adagio’s pleasured moan shifted to a shrill, agonized yelp as she kicked and scrambled, pulling Sonata’s clamped teeth off of her sensitive pussy.

“Fucking hell! Damn it, Aria!” shouted Adagio, barely heard over her sister’s raucous laughter. “That fucking hurt!”

“Good! That should teach you to make me do all this shit alone,” laughed Aria. She knew that she probably shouldn’t have done that, and that she was probably going to pay for it. At the moment, though, she didn’t really care.

“S-so… Am I fixed?” asked Sonata, slowly pushing herself to her feet. She wobbled as she stood up, but maintained a vertical base. She grinned, then grabbed Aria in a big hug. “Thanks, sis! You fixed me up awesome!”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” said Aria, rolling her eyes. “Just be sure you thank me with your tongue later.” She glanced at Adagio, who was still clearly annoyed by the bite. “What now, boss?”

“We need get a lock on another Sonata for parts, and possibly trick a human into repairing her for us. But, for now, I could really go for a charge,” said Adagio. “So… Home?”

“Home sounds good!” chimed Sonata.

“As long as you eat me out when we get there,” said Aria with a shrug. “Fine. Let’s go home.”