Sonata Dusk held on for dear life, slowly pulling herself up and up the frame of the bike she was hitching a ride on. The rider didn’t notice her, which bode well for her mission. It was easy to miss her, as she stood only about six inches tall. She moved up the bike silently, the only noise coming from the slight clanking of her internal gears and the faint, almost inaudible squeaking of her joints as she climbed. She had to bite down hard in order to keep her little knife from falling, which is made a touch difficult thanks to the bumpy, gravelly road that the bike’s rider decided to take on his way home.
Sonata had to stifle a giggle as she made her way up the bike, knowing what fun she’d soon be having. In the biker’s backpack was another six-inch doll, one that Sonata desperately wanted to get her hands on. She had seen her target earlier today when she was scouting for her sisters. The doll in question was manufactured for sexual purposes, just like Sonata was. Unlike The Dazzlings, however, the target doll was perfectly on-model, and she lacked the programming issues that Sonata had in spades.
Each of the Diminutive Dream Dolls (3D, for short) were supposed to be a perfect model of the person they were modelled after, both in terms of looks and personality. Some were designed for innocent uses, like children’s toys, but others had a much more adult intent. Some were like Sonata, their usual outfits replaced with slutty, barely-there clothing that showed off quite a bit of (synthetic) skin. Sonata Dusk Model DZ-984-XX, for instance, was climbing the frame of the bike in an insanely tight microskirt to show off her thighs, hips, and, most importantly, ass. On her top, she wore a tube top, thin enough for her nipples to poke through as the top struggled to contain her massive rack. So, appearance-wise, Sonata should’ve been the perfect sex toy.
But something was a bit off. She was defective, as were her “sisters”. Adagio Dazzle Model DZ-742-XX and Aria Blaze DZ-855-XX were just as faulty, the three of them coming together to make a sex-crazed trio of tiny mechanical dolls. Instead of being the obedient little toys they were meant to be, they hunted any 3D they found desirable, used them to their heart’s content, and tossed them out like trash.
Sonata had started at the bike’s pedal and had finally made it to the main frame of the thing. She was almost there! All she needed was a bit more climbing and patience, and she’d have a hot piece of doll ass to share with her sisters. Adagio would be so proud, and even Aria was likely to give Sonata her dues for doing such an excellent job securing—
The rider hit a pothole, shaking the entirety of the bike violently. Sonata let out a tiny squeak as she lost her grip and fell. She slipped down and back as the bike barreled forward, managing to catch a grip just before the wheel. Her joints strained from the pressure of her suddenly stopping herself, but they held up for the time being. Sonata’s grip was nowhere near as stable as it was to start with, and the continued bumps and velocity of the bike’s steadily increasing speed was making it difficult to hold on. She knew, sooner or later, she would fall.
Sooner, as it turned out, because another divet in the road sent the bike quaking and had Sonata tumbling. She fell, hitting the wheel and being tossed around and into the spokes. She dizzily spun with the wheel for just a second before being spat out beneath the tire, and that’s where the real damage started.
As the bike ran over Sonata, she could hear a pop and a crack as her knees popped out of place. The tire crushed her middle like a soda can before the rubber tossed her mangled body out onto the sidewalk where it clattered, cracked, and skidded against the concrete. Pain exploded throughout Sonata’ synthetic body, clouding her thoughts. The fall had twisted her legs out of place and knocked one of her arms right off. The tire split her in two, with her lower half sliding a few feet away and scraping painfully against the concrete. Her wiring jutted out from her torn middle, sparking and cracking as she writhed on the ground in pain. She let out an agonized scream, her mechanical voice quaking and trembling in sheer torment.
“What the hell is going on?”
Sonata turned her head as best as she could to her lower half and the radio that was built into her hips. Adagio’s voice crackled through the damaged speaker, calling for Sonata. Though every movement was painful, Sonata turned herself onto her chest and slowly, painfully dragged herself towards her legs.
“D-d-d-dagi…” she stammered, her vocal processor more than a little busted up after the fall. Her voice cracked and went staticy, barely heard of the creak and groan of her failing motors. “M-m-MIS-tttresssssss Aaaaa-Daaaaa…”
“What are you… Oh, for fucks sake, tell me you didn’t hurt yourself…”
Sonata felt her batteries fizzle as dragged herself closer and closer to her pelvis. Her vision was starting to fade, and she needed to depend more and more on the sound of Adagio’s voice.
“TArGet… ESc-aped…” Sonata grabbed her severed leg and used it to pull herself up and onto her lower body. She didn’t realize that this leg had broken free of her pelvis, and, as a result, fell forward and smacked her face against the sidewalk. “F-Fell frOM b-b-bIIIIIIke… I neee-eed… H-hELp…”
“Fucking hell… Aria! Come help this thing finish me off, then we’ve got to go rescue the moron.”
“P-p-plEAse, Mistressssss Ad-agIo…” begged Sonata, her consciousness fading. “G-going to SLEep MODE… P-p-please, HURRy…”
Sonata twitched helplessly as her systems powered down. Her eyes fluttered closed, and she felt her body go limp before an unwilling sleep mode claimed her.
“Where the fuck is the idiot?” demanded Aria, dragging the small felt bag along the floor. It used to be for dice, the owner being some sort of Dungeons & Dragons aficionado or something. Aria didn’t know for sure and also didn’t care. She was just glad knowing that her actions had negatively impacted some obnoxious neckbeard dweeb that paid money to stick his nasty, smelly, limp dick into any number of her fellow 3D. The nerd she had stolen it from even had a few other Aria units, which Aria found in his drawer when she went to pick up her current plaything. They were in horrible condition, covered in crusty, sticky cum. None of them spoke to her when she originally infiltrated, so she had to imagine that they were all dead. Aria normally didn’t give a fuck about her fellow 3D, but seeing other Aria’s in that well-fucked and mistreated state really pissed her off.
Stealing the dice bag was a small act of revenge, but a cathartic one nonetheless.
“She’s picking up the next one. Hopefully in a better state than this one,” sighed Adagio. She watched Aria drag the dice bag, the contents of wish were thrashing helplessly, and slowly fingered herself to the sight. She licked her lips at Aria’s envious expression. As the oldest, wisest, strongest of the three, Adagio called the shots around here. That meant she got to sit back, lounge in her improvised couch (some time ago, she had filled playing card box with fluff from an old sofa), and masturbate while one of her subordinates did the grunt work.
“This is supposed to be her job!” grunted Aria. “Useless… bitch…” She slung the bag forward, sliding it to a stop at Adagio’s feet. Adagio licked her fingers, then grabbed the bag. She pulled it open and dumped its contents to the floor.
The 3D tumbled onto the ground of The Dazzlings’ little hideout (the attic of an abandoned, foreclosed home on the outskirts of the city), her body creaking against the wooden planks. It was an Octavia unit, Model BG-325-XX, and she was in a bad way. Her abdomen was pierced with a small nail, hinting at some severe internal damage, and Adagio could hear her internal wiring sparking. Octavia moved slowly, her joints creaking as she slowly pulled herself towards Adagio.
“H-help… Me…” croaked Octavia. Adagio let out a chuckle, and gently caressed Octavia’s chipped, peeling face in her synthetic hand.
“Sorry to be the bearer of bad news, love,” snickered Adagio, showing that she didn’t mind that at all. “But your time is running out. Can’t you feel it? Your batteries hemorrhaging the last of your charge? Soon, you’ll be dry. An empty husk. And there’s nothing anyone can do about it.”
“P-please…” begged Octavia.
“Listen, you’re fucked no matter what,” said Aria. “We don’t have a charger for your make, and, even if we did, your batteries are cracked for sure. There’s no replacing them. So, if you’re gonna drain out, you may as well drain out nice.”
“Oh God… I don’t want to die…” Octavia gripped the hem of Adagio’s tight microskirt weakly, trying and failing to pull herself completely upright. “Please… I want to live…”
“And people in hell want ice water,” remarked Adagio, batting Octavia’s hand away. Octavia tumbled, her head falling to rest on Adagio’s luscious legs. “If you don’t want some sense of pleasure in your last few minutes, so be it. My sister here will gladly deactivate and disassemble you right now. At least she’ll get her rocks off.” Adagio narrowed her gaze at Octavia. “But, if you want a taste of a goddess before you go…” She spread her legs, baring her artificial twat to her fellow doll. “Eat up.”
Octavia seemed to grapple with herself for a minute before giving a meek nod. She was an XX model, after all, she was made for sex. It seemed fitting that her last act be what she was manufactured for in the first place. And, whether she liked to admit it or not, Adagio was incredibly attractive. 3D weren’t typically programmed to lust over each other, but Adagio had this strange presence, a power over Octavia that she couldn’t quite explain. She couldn’t stop herself from burying her face in Adagio’s twat, tonguing her synthetic cunt as her batteries slowly faded.
Adagio was an XX model, and, like all XX models, was a perfect man-made replication of a real woman, just scaled down. She was warm like a person, her synthetic skin was incredibly convincing, and even the lube her pussy excreted during use was designed to smell and taste like a real woman. To Octavia, it was addictive. She lapped at Adagio’s cunt as if her life depended on it. Adagio purred in delight, running her fingers through Octavia’s hair.
“Good girl,” said Adagio. “It’s a shame that your batteries won’t last much longer. You must only have what? Forty minutes left in you? Shame. Looks like my sister here won’t even get a go at you.”
“That’s bullshit,” growled Aria. “I’m the one who went to get her, so I should get to fuck her.”
“Ordinarily, you would have a point. However, you came home with a broken one.” As if to punctuate Adagio’s point, Octavia’s internal components sparked loudly. “Since you’re such an incompetent fucking moron, this one is mine.” Adagio’s features curled into a wicked grin. “But, if you want to put your tongue to work, I’ve got somewhere you can stick it.”
“Fuck you, Ada,” snarled Aria. She dropped to her butt a few inches from her sister (though, to them, the distance was more like a couple of feet) and hiked up her skirt. As unfair as the whole situation was, Aria couldn’t really do much about it. Any attempt to claim Octavia for herself would probably result in Aria losing an arm, and that meant she’d have to depend on Sonata to put it back in (which always hurt like hell. Sonata wasn’t very good at reattaching wires). So she had no choice but to sit back and wait for Sonata to hopefully return with another 3D in better shape. Until then, she watched her sister get eaten out, all the while starring icy daggers at the self-proclaimed leader of their trio.
Adagio might’ve been able to stop Aria from having a shot at their captive, but she couldn’t stop her from getting off. Making sure to maintain eye contact with Adagio, Aria slowly eased her fingers into her cunt, pumping her pussy as if to spite her sister.
Unfortunately for Aria, Adagio was barely paying any attention to anything but Octavia; She held the broken, dying doll by the back of the head and brought her closer, deeper, until Octavia’s tongue was touching parts of Adagio’s internal components that hadn’t been touched since she came off the assembly line. She grinded her pussy into Octavia’s peeling, paint-chipped face. Octavia kept pace as best as she could, tonguing every available nook and cranny she could. She felt herself flush hot at Adagio’s moans, and she wished she could have someone pleasing her in her last moments.
“Fuck, I like you,” purred Adagio, mostly to get on Aria’s nerves. That said, Octavia took the compliment as motivation to double her efforts, which earned her a shaky, breathy moan. “I think our next acquisition is going to have to be another one of you, love. You’re really doing it for me.”
“Take off your top,” said Aria angrily. Adagio chuckled and grabbed her extremely tight corset by the hem, slowly pulling it down. Her massive tits sprung, as if to escape, but stopped as Adagio held her corset just above her nipple. She laughed as she teased her sister, leaving Aria visibly frustrated.
“What's the magic word?” taunted Adagio. Aria grimaced, as if she was incapable of speaking. Her sister’s moans clouded her thoughts, and, eventually, Aria found herself more horny than stubborn.
“Please,” snarled Aria. Adagio laughed again, and raised her top to more securely cover her breasts.
“Sorry, love, they changed it.” Adagio bit her lip, her voice trembling as she spoke. “You'll have to t-try again…”
“Damn it, Adagio!” Aria absolutely despised when her sister got like this. Adagio units were all programmed to be a little bitchy, but the one that Aria was forced to work alongside took things to a whole other level. “Look, if you’re not going to let me have a turn on her, you could at least give me something nice to look at while I schlick.”
“Aww, you think my tits are nice.” Adagio blew her sister a kiss mockingly. “I love you, too.”
“Of course they’re nice. They’re the only part of you that is nice. People only ever buy Adagios because you all have massive tits and fat asses.”
“My, someone sounds jealous. And like they don’t want to see my tits after all. It’s not my fault that whatever loser in charge of designing your line decided to give you the body type of an eight year old boy.” Adagio relished at the blush on Aria’s face (factually, this was a sign that Aria was overheating due to her overworking inner components, a common defect of Aria’s line of 3D). “I’ll show you my tits, Aria. But only if you prove to me that you really want to see them.”
Aria snarled, weighing her options. She could either swallow her pride and beg, grovel, and generally kiss up to Adagio, or she could stay her course and be bitter while Adagio creamed all over the dying 3D that she didn’t even work to capture.
“Please… Let me see your tits…” Aria blushed even harder at Adagio’s almost predatory grin. “You’re right. I’m… Jealous.” What made the words worse is the fact that they were true; Aria units, even XX models, were very flat in design, and Aria lacked the curvaceous and womanly design of her sisters. She didn’t care that her line still sold like hotcakes, she always resented whoever had made her for not giving her the assets that her sisters had in spades.
“I can’t say no to you, not while you’re blushing like that,” said Adagio. “Does it burn you up inside, Aria? Knowing that you’re defective? That, at any moment, your pride could have your pretty little head catch fire because you were built wrong? It must be awful to know that you are flawed, especially when you look at me and see pure perfection.”
“Y-yes…” Aria focused her eyes explicitly on Adagio’s chest, refusing to make eye contact as she was teased. Adagio was right; At this rate, Aria could combust. She needed to calm down, blow off some steam. She took in a deep breath and focused on herself for a moment, feeling her own fingers in her pussy. She still heard Adagio’s moans and ragged breathing, but she didn’t have to look her in the eye, and that certainly helped.
“Maybe, one day, I’ll see fit to repair you. Make you right.” Adagio laughed derisively at the very idea. “Or, maybe I’ll leave you like that. A mistake, made obsolete almost before you fell off of the assembly line. How many Arias had to be recalled because of your little overheating problem? How many useless, worthless, absolutely pointless dolls are lining storage houses right now because they spontaneously combust whenever they get flustered?”
“I don’t know,” said Aria, still ogling Adagio’s barely-contained chest. “M-must be… hundreds. Thousands.”
Finally, the leader of The Dazzlings returned her hand to her corset and slowly pulled it down. Aria’s breath caught as Adagio finally freed her tits from the tight, stifling confines of her top. They sprung free with a slight bounce, causing Aria’s jaw to go slack at the sight. Adagio pressed her arms against her breasts, squeezing them together. Aria hated to admit it, but Adagio was every bit as perfect as she claimed to be. Everything from her breasts to her hips to the ball-joints of her shoulders, she was everything that a 3D should be. Not a single flaw to be seen, inside or out. Aria couldn’t help but lust for that.
“You look a bit shell-shocked,” noted Adagio. Aria’s shock was short-lived, as she immediately went to work on her twat, fingering herself ravenously to Adagio’s sizable knockers. “And how are we doing down here, love?” Adagio patted Octavia on the head, then seemed to notice the nail in Octavia’s midsection for the first time. “Aria, darling, why don’t you come pull out this little thorn in our darling toy’s side? I might make it worth your while…”
Aria groaned, but not necessarily in annoyance, as she stood up and made her way for the two dolls across from her. She kept tweaking her synthetic clit as she approached, eventually taking a seat next to Octavia. At this distance, she could hear the dying doll slurp and kiss and lick and lap at Adagio’s juicy artificial cunt. One of her hands was between her legs, diddling her own pussy while she ate out that of her captor. Aria grabbed Octavia’s free hand and positioned it over the nail in her middle. She grabbed the nail with Octavia and slowly pulled, easing it out of her dented, damaged chassis.
Octavia let out a pained groan as they pulled, a groan that only served to gratify Adagio more. She trembled around Octavia’s tongue, so close to the edge. She wanted to savor things for a bit, though, and took the time to calm herself. She breathed heavily as Aria slowly and carefully pulled the sharp bit of metal out of Octavia’s midsection.
Octavia sparked loudly, and let out a wail of pain. She quaked, her pussy drooling down her thighs in a way that showed that she wasn’t feeling agony exclusively. Octavia fell limp onto the ground and panted heavily as a faint smoke poured from the new hole in her middle.
“What the hell?” growled Adagio. “Did you nick something in her, you twat? I swear, if she’s dead because of your overclocked servos, I will make you wish you got recalled with the rest of your line!”
“I didn’t nick anything! You overworked her!” shot Aria. “What did you expect? Her battery was cracked, and she wasn’t at full charge when I found her. She was bound to go out sooner rather than later. Did you really think you’d get forty minutes out of her in her condition? And we call Sonata the moron!”
“I’m… NoT… DEad…” buzzed Octavia. She pounded her head firmly with a fist, hoping to fix her vocal processing, if temporarily. “The nail… It had impaled my lubrication containment tank. When you removed it, there was a leak.”
“You got girlcum on her motherboards?!” demanded Adagio. “She’s gonna short out with her tongue in my snatch! Is that your plan? To damage me so that you can take over?”
“No, you idiot! Why would I do that? How would I even know to do that?!” Aria glanced down at Octavia, who was, strangely enough, giving a bit of a grin. She was still clearly in pain, but her eyes were alight. “What the hell are you smirking at?”
“This… This is what I was built for,” said Octavia. “To be used. Fucked. Played with. I’m fulfilling my core function, even to my last moments. I couldn’t be happier.”
“You do realize that you’re still going to die, right?”
“That is… Inescapable. But also, in a way, exciting. I… I think I like the pain…” Octavia sparked violently again as another dripping of her juices spilled onto her delicate insides. “YesssSSSs…” A swift kick to the back of the head from Aria set Octavia’s vocal processing back on track. “Thank you. I don’t know how much longer I have. The defective Aria is correct. Your… Play with me… Has drained me more than you originally thought. I don’t know when I might fizzle out and—”
A loud clattering erupted from the speaker in Adagio’s pelvis. It went on for no longer than a second before being replaced by smashing, and scraping, like metal hitting concrete. Adagio pinched the bridge of her nose tiredly.
“What the hell is going on?” said Adagio. That sounded like things going wrong, and that could only mean Sonata.
“D-d-d-dagi…” Sonata’s voice was stammering and crackling, which didn’t bode well for her. “M-m-MIS-tttresssssss Aaaaa-Daaaaa…”
“That dumb bitch…” muttered Aria.
“What are you… Oh, for fucks sake, tell me you didn’t hurt yourself…” Adagio groaned. This was the last thing she needed right now. Whatever trouble Sonata had gotten herself into would pale in comparison to what Adagio would do if her time with Octavia was interrupted.
“TArGet… ESc-aped… F-Fell frOM b-b-bIIIIIIke… I neee-eed… H-hELp…”
That actually sounded really bad. She must’ve been really banged up to be sounding like that. Adagio intended to leave Sonata on the sidewalk wherever she was for a few hours, but that didn’t exactly seem to be an option anymore.
“Fucking hell… Aria! Come help this thing finish me off, then we’ve got to go rescue the moron.”
“Fucking bullshit,” complained Aria.
“P-p-plEAse, Mistressssss Ad-agIo… G-going to SLEep MODE… P-p-please, HURRy…”
The voice disconnected, leaving Adagio, Aria, and Octavia alone in the silence. Adagio reached down and grabbed Octavia gruffly by the hair, pulling her head up and aggressively grinding her pussy against her face again. Aria rolled her eyes, but straddled Adagio nonetheless. She glared at her sister for a moment, both of them showing nothing but contempt, then latched her lips onto Adagio’s.
Aria ran her hands down Adagio’s perfectly smooth prosthetic skin, feeling the curve and ridges of the ball-joints that made up her shoulders and elbows, before bringing her hands forward to grip Adagio’s breasts. They were perfect, smooth and soft and warm in Aria’s hands. She hated Adagio for them, how flawless they were compared to her own defective and, in her eyes, less desirable form. But now, she didn’t have time to hate herself, or even to hate Adagio. Her job was to get Adagio off as quickly as possible, before something bad happened to her idiot sister.
To Aria’s absolute shock, she felt two fingers enter her pussy. Her eyes shot open, and she locked gazes with Adagio; Even while furiously making out, Adagio seemed to have a superior smirk. She winked at Aria, as if to say “watch this”, then smirked at how Aria’s expression went from aggressive to complacent when the two fingers in her pussy began vibrating. Aria moaned into her sister’s mouth, and returned Adagio’s affections by tweaking her sensitive nipples.
Even Aria had to admit that Adagio wasn’t a huge bitch all the time.
As the two explored each other’s mouth, Octavia returned to her expedition of Adagio’s twat. Though there wasn’t anyone or anything pleasuring her in the traditional way, she still let out a moan into Adagio every now and then when some of her lubrication dripped inside of her, causing her to painfully spark. Octavia embraced her newly discovered masochistic nature, intentionally shaking her hips to spill more lube inside of herself. Aria quaked and convulsed around her sister’s vibrating fingers, giving loud, breathy moans that Adagio found to be nothing if not amusing.
“F-fuck, Ada…” moaned Aria. “I’m gonna…”
Without warning, Adagio stopped her vibrating function and withdrew her fingers from Aria’s pussy. She kissed Aria’s cheek, which was blushing and burning hot, then took her wet sticky fingers and pressed them to Aria’s lips. Obediently, she opened her mouth and took Adagio’s fingers onto her tongue, sucking and licking at the sticky artificial girlcum.
“I’m in a generous mood,” said Adagio. “So, I think you might have actually earned an orgasm today.”
“Then why’d you stop?” The words didn’t come out quite as clear, due to the fact that Aria was still sucking on Adagio’s fingers, but The Dazzling leader more or less understood what she was trying to say.
“I’m feeling generous, as I said, and I think it would be quite rude if we used up our toy without letting her cum.” Adagio pushed Aria off of her lap gently, then grabbed Octavia’s head and pulled it from her cunt. She stared at the damaged doll for a bit before tossing her down onto her back. Octavia groaned in pain and sparked loudly, releasing another plume of smoke from the hole in her middle.
“Lubrication tank… Damaged…” she said drearily. “I’m leaking…”
“You busted her tank up even worse,” panted Aria. “She’s not gonna last much longer.”
“Then you should… Hurry up and… Fuck me.” Octavia looked almost drunk from a combination of pain, pleasure, and her own internal circuits beginning to fail. She really didn’t have much longer.
“Fine. You were supposed to be my mark anyway,” growled Aria. She spread Octavia’s legs, then shimmied in and scissored with Octavia, grinding their pussies together. Adagio watched her sister and her fucktoy go at it for a moment before she strode over to Octavia’s head. She stood over Octavia’s face for a moment before dropping down and smothering the dying doll with her round, curvaceous ass.
“Mhmm…” moaned Adagio. Octavia let out a muffled groan before grabbing Adagio’s sizeable rear in her hands and went to work; She tongued Adagio’s tight asshole, feeling herself go light-headed as her senses were overloaded by bountiful amounts of booty. “Ooh, I could do this all day…”
“We s-should probably hurry up, though,” said Aria. “Sonata might’ve not make it very long without our help…”
“And since when did you care?”
“Since I got horny and want her to go down on me.”
Adagio had to admit that Aria may have had a point, so she decided to stop taking things slowly. She grinded her hips down, forcing herself further onto Octavia’s face, and gripped her breasts firmly, teasing and tweaking her nipples. She bit her lip as she worked her hips down, shaking the doll beneath her as she did. Between Adagio bouncing on her face and Aria grinding on her pussy, Octavia shook and trembled, enough that she could hear the liquid in her slosh around her insides. When she had started leaking, the lubrication that wasn’t gushing from her pussy had deposited itself in the crevices of her pelvis. She sparked and crackled more as the liquid splashed onto the last of her undamaged components, sending a trembling quake through her body, and, by extension, her captors’.
Aria was the first to cum, letting out an uncharacteristically shrill squeal. She pulled herself closer to Octavia, trembling against her hot, juicy, synthetic pussy. As she pushed against Octavia, the damaged doll sprung an external leak; The lubrication in her pelvis found an opening, squeezing its way out between the joints that made her hip and forming a sticky puddle of dollcum onto the floor.
Adagio and Octavia followed almost immediately. Adagio moaned loudly as she creamed all over Octavia’s face, her dollcum seeping into the cracks and chips in Octavia’s face. Her orgasm went on for a moment before she let out a shaky breath and finally unmounted Octavia’s face.
“T-t-thANK YoU…” moaned Octavia, her voice glitching as she twitched and sparked. “FFffoRRRrrrR PLAying… With… MMMmeEEeee…”
She spasmed and twitched on the ground, sparks crackling in her inner components, and fell limply, her mouth hanging open and drooling.
“She’s done,” panted Aria. “I kinda liked her…”
“You don’t like anyone,” noted Adagio. Aria thought about it for a moment.
“Yeah, you’re right. Let’s go get the idiot.” Aria stood up and began readjusting her clothes. Adagio did much the same, but her gaze was focused on the fallen form of the doll they had literally fucked to death. She took it better than most of the 3D that the three of them used. Maybe Octavia units were better for this sort of thing. Adagio kept the thought in the back of her mind. Further research was required to reach a proper conclusion.
“You coming or what?” asked Aria, once her clothes had all been returned.
“Wait. She’s dead,” said Adagio, pointing to Octavia. “No point in letting her go to waste.”
“What?”
“Sonata might need some replacement parts.” Adagio smirked slightly at Aria’s sadistic grin. “Be quick about pulling her apart, and minimize the damage. I’ll grab some other tools we might need. Then, we need to go rescue our sister.”
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.”
