Defective Wallflower

by LewdChapter

Rating: mature
Tags: Wallflower Blush, Sonata Dusk, Dazzlings, Alternate Universe, Equestria Girls, Aria Blaze, Porn, Sex, Fetish, Adagio Dazzle, Profanity, Non-consensual
Length: 6813

A damaged Wallflower on the lookout for parts she needs for repairs.

Diminutive Dream Dolls are six-inch toys that have been sweeping the nation. Incredibly realistic, fully autonomous, perfectly obedient little toys and, in many cases, having complete sexual capabilities.

Except for one particular Wallflower Blush, who's damaged components make it difficult for her to fulfill her core function. She comes across a stash of scraps owned by a trio of fellow 3D.

Surely they wouldn't mind if she took some parts to patch herself up?

WARNING: This story contains technophilia, DubCon, light femdom, incest, bondage, teasing and orgasm denial.

Commissioned by Tethered-Angel

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Published 2018-12-05 00:50:01 UTC
Last updated 2018-12-05 00:50:01 UTC

Simple Repairs

Wallflower Blush skulked quietly across the creaky floorboards, sticking to the shadows and moving slowly to keep her servos from making too much noise. She had tweaked herself to the best of her abilities to make herself better suited for this particular endeavor. She couldn’t be caught. Wallflower needed to get in, get what she needed, and get out as soon as possible.

She surveyed the area, watching from her little corner of the attic. From what Wallflower could tell, the place was thoroughly abandoned, as it had been the last few minutes of her surveying the area. If she was going to move, now was the time to do it. She hurried from her corner, stepping over various bits of debris and discarded trash until she came across what appeared to be a little 3D living room area. A discarded box of playing cards sat in the middle, acting as a bench or sofa, with a highlighter cap to either side. Wallflower guessed that the 3D that lived here used them as stools or footrests. That wasn’t important, though. Wallflower wasn’t here for the living room.

No, Wallflower was far more interested in the little area across the attic. A corner of the room blocked by an old dictionary, the pages torn out and a door carved out in the cover. Wallflower wasn’t entirely sure what was on the other side, but she hoped it would be a workshop. Any 3D living without an owner would need someplace to do repairs, charging, and upgrades. The best place for such an area would be the corner, out of the way and easy to keep neat and orderly. Wallflower was sure that, if her spare parts were anywhere, they’d be here for sure.

Wallflower Blush Model FF-364-XX was, for the most part, a standard Wallflower 3D. She appealed to a different audience than some of the other lines of XX dolls. While most XX variety of 3D gained much of their appeal from their sparse, revealing clothing and promiscuous programming, Wallflowers were shy, more conservative. Even despite being an XX and, therefore, made for lewd acts, Wallflower FF-364-XX would avert her eyes and stammer nervously should the subject of sex ever come up.

Wallflower pushed the thought of her own programmed awkwardness out of her mind for the time being, trying to focus on the task at hand. She really didn’t want to be caught out in the open like this, and she would need to move quickly if she wanted to escape that fate. Wallflower took in a deep breath, then dashed across the attic, her tiny feet clacking against the planks that made up the floor. She slid to a stop before the dictionary door, looking left, then right, then left again before opening the door and stepping in.

As Wallflower took her step forward, she wished she could take it back. She could feel her foot break the tripwire, but by then it was too late. By the time her foot hit the ground, the loop of wire she’d stepped in had already gone taught around her ankle. In a split second, before Wallflower could even think about reacting, a counterweight fell, causing the wire to zip up and hoist Wallflower into the air by her ankle. The doll squealed in surprise, clasping her hands over her mouth to block the sound. One hand against her mouth and one keeping the hem of her thick sweater in place, Wallflower looked around, searching for some way to escape her predicament.

On the bright side, Wallflower was correct in her assessment; the room was, indeed, a workshop of sorts. Plenty of tools, wires, gears, even a dedicated workbench. Next to that bench was the box of spare parts Wallflower had been so desperate to secure. It sat, just out of reach while the doll had no choice but to dangle in the air. As she did, her eyes wandered, eventually coming to a shelf to the right of her, just at eye level. Wallflower screamed into her palm, her horror too intense to avoid reacting.

A head sat on the shelf, the head of a 3D that seemed to have been savagely ripped from the rest of the model. The eyes were opened, the dull purple orbs staring blankly ahead. Her face, particularly her mouth, seemed wet and sticky from what Wallflower could only assume to be dollcum. Wallflower felt anxiety and panic claw at her. This 3D, an Octavia Model by Wallflower’s best guess, was destroyed. Ruined. And she’d be next if she didn’t find a way out of the snare she had been trapped in.

“But it hurts!”

Wallflower felt her mechanical heart stop in her chassis upon hearing the voice. She knew that she was racing against the clock, but she wasn’t expecting for the 3D to be back so soon. She flailed in panic, trying her hardest to find some way out. She couldn’t even reach the wire holding here, nevermind actually get out of it.

“Tough tits. Be thankful it’s working as well as it is. I’ll fix it better when you can find us a compatible leg.”

“Enough, you two! It’s been a long day and, unless the next words out of either of your mouths are may I please worship your cunt, Mistress Adagio’, I don’t want to hear another peep!”

Three dolls, judging by the voices and tiny footsteps. Wallflower was in big trouble, and things seemed to be getting worse for her by the second. The sounds of their steps seemed to be coming nearer and nearer, stopping a few inches (which felt more like feet to the tiny figures) from the workshop.

“I mean, I guess I could go for… Wait a sec… Sonata! Were you fucking around in my workshop?”

“Nope! You told me not to go in there alone anymore,” said the first doll to speak, a Sonata.

“Why would she be in the workshop, Aria?” asked Adagio.

“No fucking clue, but the boobytrap I had placed got triggered, so…”

Tiny feet scrambled forward, running across the creaky wood of the attic floor. The makeshift door to the workshop swung open, bringing Wallflower eye to eye with another 3D. An Aria Blaze (an XX model based on her skimpy, revealing outfit) with a devious, sinister grin plastered across her face.

“Gotcha, bitch,” said Aria with a laugh. She turned over her shoulder to shout. “Hey! Look what I caught!”

“Please don’t hurt me!” squeaked Wallflower. “Please, I just needed some spare parts!”

“Ooh, she even begs?” giggled the Adagio as she made her approach. “I like it already.” To her right was the Sonata, who was heavily banged up. Her arm was taped in place, and her right leg didn’t seem to match the rest of her. It was grey, and a bit too long. It caused her to walk with a limp as she neared. Most strange about this Sonata was that she was topless, her big, beautiful blue boobs hanging for all to see.

“Oh, it’s a Wallflower! I know them!” said Sonata gleefully. “I got manufactured next to a batch of Wallflowers! Never seen an XX one before, though. What are we gonna do with her, Dagi?”

“We? More like what am I gonna do with her,” snorted Aria. “I caught her, she’s mine. Fair and square.”

“Now hold on, Aria. Let’s hear the poor thing out,” said Adagio with a grin. Her gaze turned toward Wallflower. “So, what’s this about spare parts?”

“I-I-I’m malfunctioning! I just need a few parts to patch myself up with!” said Wallflower. “Please, just a few servos and wires…”

“What’s wrong with you?”

Wallflower bit her lip gently, weighing her options. She really didn’t want to talk about her defect with three dolls she’d never met, three dolls that seemed to have a penchant for fucking and dismantling others. That said, she didn’t have an overwhelming amount of options at the moment. So, upside down and completely at her captor’s mercy, Wallflower swallowed her pride with the hope of somehow escaping this sticky situation in one piece.

“Something is wrong with my… pleasure components,” said Wallflower sheepishly. “Something inside me just makes it so I can’t feel much of anything when… stimulated. It’s what got me thrown away. I can get warmed up, but then I slide right out of the mood. I was hoping I could fix it and then go home.”

“So, a sex toy that can’t get its rocks off?” mused Adagio, tapping her chin thoughtfully. “You poor, poor thing. Aria, let her down, would you?”

Aria raised her eyebrow, but didn’t argue at first. She knew her sister well, and she wasn’t the type to just let a cute, fuckable doll like Wallflower go without having a round with her. So, unsure exactly what Adagio had planned, Aria slipped past the dangling 3D to get to the snare’s release mechanism. She grabbed a small shard of glass from her workbench, giving the snare a quick slice, Wallflower yelped as she hit the ground, clutching her head gingerly for a second before quickly tugging down on her sweater to preserve her modesty. Adagio took note of Wallflower’s oddly conservative nature and filed it away for later.

“So, here’s the situation,” said Adagio. “As much as it pains me to give this idiot any due credit, Aria here is actually rather proficient at 3D repair. I’m quite certain that she can help you with your little problem. However… Doll parts don’t just grow on trees. And, as you can no doubt tell, my sister is a bit broken herself, and she may need those parts at some point.”

“Huh?” Sonata perked up, not paying much attention to the scene at first. “I need more repairs? I thought you said I was—”

“Sonata, if you don’t shut the fuck up, I’m gonna staple your face to your ass,” snarled Aria. She wasn’t exactly new to her sister’s oblivious nature, but it never failed to get under her synthetic skin.

“Yes, as I was saying, those parts are quite valuable.” Adagio continued, undisturbed by her sister’s outburst. “And, as much as we would absolutely love to do so, we cannot give you these parts for free. However, if we were to come to an agreement on a quid pro quo situation…”

“W-what do you want?” asked Wallflower. She didn’t like the look in Adagio’s eyes at all. There was a desire in them, a hunger that one would expect to see in a lioness stalking her prey.

“I think you know very well what I want.” Adagio stooped down, gently grabbing Wallflower beneath the chin. She tilted the broken doll’s face up, admiring Wallflower’s frightened, freckled face. The look on her face was tender, almost loving, but Wallflower could sense that her intentions were anything but. “I think you can imagine what it is we all want from you.”

“P-please… I’m not…” Wallflower stumbled over her words. She had always been bad under pressure, her speech deteriorating when put on the spot. Whether this was intended programming or another defect of FF-364-XX, she wasn’t sure. “I can’t…”

“I assure you, you can. Otherwise, my sister is going to have to rip your legs off for trespassing in our home,” said Adagio in that same, calm, controlling tone. “And it would really be a shame if she was the only one who got to cum today.”

“Hey, I don’t cum just from tearing things apart,” protested Aria.

“I’ll believe that when you stop busting Sonata’s leg up just so you can fix it again.” Adagio shot her sister a glare. “If you thought you could jill yourself silly to Sonata’s screams without me noticing, you vastly overestimate how heavily I sleep.” Aria’s face bloomed bright red, bringing a grin to Adagio’s face. “Careful, love, the smoke detector is shot. Can’t have you catching fire now.”

“Fuck off…”

“So…. Are we gonna fuck or not?” asked Sonata. “Cause I really wanna fuck.”

“It’s up to our new friend,” said Adagio, crossing her arms over her chest. “Make us cum and Aria will repair you. Do we have a deal?”

Wallflower hesitated, almost unable to get the words out. This was a sticky situation she found herself in. She could feel the three devious 3D staring at her, beaming through her clothes with their predatory gazes. She was incredibly shy and incredibly nervous by the situation, but there was nothing she could do but comply. Slowly, Wallflower gave a nervous, reserved, taciturn nod, that single gesture bringing a manic grin to Adagio’s face.

“Good girl. Let’s get started.” She grabbed Wallflower by the collar and dragged her out of the room, pulling her all the way to their little living room area. Adagio shoved Wallflower to the ground, taking a seat on her couch. “You should warm us up, to start with. I want you to strip for us.”

Wallflower recoiled at the suggestion, instinctively covering her chest with her arm. She couldn’t imagine getting naked in front of these three strange dolls. On the few occasions when her past owner saw fit to remove her baggy sweater, Wallflower effectively fell apart. But, if she wanted to keep herself from literally falling apart, she’d have to follow orders.

Wallflower grabbed the hem of her sweater, slowly pulling the garb up and revealing her smooth, pale belly. Once again, Wallflower could feel the stares. She could feel Adagio running her up and down with just her eyes, watching as she revealed herself to the world. Wallflower managed to get her shirt to just beneath her breasts before she stopped, her eyes squeezed shut and threatening to cry.

“Could you… Erm… Look away?” Wallflower knew it was a long shot, but she had to ask.

“Aww, she’s so cute!” giggled Sonata. “Can I help her, Dagi? I think she just needs a little push.”

“Go on, Nata. Just remember, she’s meant to serve us, not the other way around,” said Adagio. No longer able to help herself, she pulled down her skirt and slipped her fingers into her juicy, robotic pussy. “That’s right, love. Give me a show. You should help too, Aria.”

“How does this always end up being the set up?” groaned Aria. “I catch a doll, and, somehow, I get stuck doing grunt work while you finger blast yourself to my catch!”

“It is odd that this keeps occurring.” Adagio giggled, giving her sister a wink. “It’s almost as if you enjoy being stepped on and pushed around.”

“Come on, Ari! I wanna see this cutie without that big, ugly sweater!” Sonata grabbed her sister by the wrist and dragged her to Wallflower. Aria, clearly annoyed with the current course of events, simply let herself be pulled along to what she still believed to be her catch.

“Fine. Whatever gets her legs between my legs faster.” Aria shoved Sonata aside, chuckling with a sort of sadistic glee at the way she awkwardly stumbled over her replacement leg. Aria slipped behind Wallflower, grabbing her sweater and slowly raising it up. Wallflower tried to hold her garb down, to protect her modesty, but it was no use. Aria rolled the sweater up, giving it one last, flourishing tug to free Wallflower’s tits from their stuffy confines. While her rack paled in comparison to dolls like Adagio and Sonata, Wallflower was well-endowed, enough to ignite an almost visible spark of envy from Aria. Adagio licked her lips as she watched Wallflower’s perfect tits drop from her shirt, her amusement and arousal rising as she noticed the distinct red that Wallflower’s face was becoming.

“Well, I’ll be damned,” chuckled Adagio. “Looks like we’ve got a doll just as broken as you, Aria. Look at the poor thing, her pretty little head is about to catch fire.”

“Maybe I should crack her head open and see if I can use her parts to fix my overheating problem,” grumbled Aria, a noticeable blush crawling to her cheeks as well.

“N-no…” whimpered Wallflower, shaking her head. “It’s the heating elements, they’re no good. Only fix is a replacement, and mine is bad too. Breaking me won’t solve anything…”

“Lucky for you, I’m too horny to split your head and see if you’re lying.” Aria grabbed Wallflower’s tit in her, making the captive doll gasp from the sudden roughness. Sonata, finally having regained some semblance of balance, slid into position in front of Wallflower. Her hand snaked its way into Wallflower’s pants, teasing her synthetic cunt with her fingers, while she wrapped her lips around Wallflower’s free breast, tonguing the sensitive nipple with her tongue. Wallflower’s breathing picked up, but she managed to keep a hold of herself. Any good XX model would be dripping and ready to go by this point. It seemed like Wallflower really did need repairs.

“Hm… You know what?” hummed Adagio. “I’m in the mood to watch for now. So one of you can have the first go with her.”

“Fucking finally,” groaned Aria. “You haven’t given me a turn with Sonata in days. I’m all worked up.”

“Sonata, you first. Aria can wait over here with me.” Adagio cackled as she watched her sister’s face fall into an annoyed, irate scowl. She pulled her hand from her pussy, beckoning Aria with her glistening, dollcum-coated finger. “Come now, Aria. Sit on your big sister’s lap.”

“One day, I’m gonna rip off your arms and shove them up your ass.” Aria begrudgingly shoved Wallflower away, stomping over to Adagio. The lead Dazzling tapped her thigh invitingly and, when that failed, grabbed Aria by the hair, yanking her forward until she had no choice but to fall onto Adagio’s lap. “Why do you always do this shit?”

“Because the hornier you are, the more I find myself liking you.” Adagio pressed her sticky finger to Aria’s lips, who obediently opened her mouth to suck her sister’s finger clean. “Much easier to deal with. You’re not worried about looking tough or feeling in charge. All you care about is getting fucked.”

“I fucking hate you,” snarled Aria. Adagio leaned in to kiss her sister, chuckling internally at how quickly Aria’s tough, angry facade melted when their lips met. Soon, she felt Aria’s hands wander, slipping under Adagio’s corset to grab a handful of breast. Adagio broke away, too soon for Aria’s liking, and gave her a little wink.

“The dripping between your legs says otherwise,” noted Adagio smugly. She raised her knee slightly, grinding against Aria’s pussy through her tight jeans, feeling the dampness through the denim. “But let’s not get you too worked up, now. Wallflower and Nata are about to give us a show.” Aria turned on Adagio’s lap to face the other two dolls, grumbling to herself as she did. For now, she could only hope that Sonata gave her something to enjoy.

Luckily for her, that seemed to be exactly what Sonata had planned. She ripped off her skirt, baring her juicy, dripping synthetic cunt to their new plaything. Wallflower blushed even brighter, turning her eyes away. Sonata giggled at the shy display before grabbing Wallflower by the wrist.

“Lemme show you,” said Sonata. “You want to put your hands right about…” Sonata guided Wallflower’s hand between her legs, until Wallflower’s palm was cupping her pussy. “There. That should get you going!”

“I… I…” Wallflower stammered uncomfortably. The heat of Sonata’s snatch, the dampness of her dollcum, it was almost too much for Wallflower to deal with. She felt like she would catch fire any second.

“Wow, you’re, like, really bad at this.” Sonata giggled, which only seemed to make Wallflower’s face glow brighter. Sonata grabbed her by the waist and slowly, gently pushed her to the ground. “Don’t worry, though. I’m totes the best lay you’ll ever have.”

“Ahem.” Adagio cleared her throat, raising a brow at her sister.

“Uh… Until you get to fuck my sister. For realsies, she’s, like, some sort of sex goddess.” Sonata glanced back at her sister. “Right, Mistress Ada?”

“Much better. Now hurry up and have your turn. I wanted to watch, but not all damn night.”

“Yes, ma’am!” Sonata glanced down at Wallflower, trying to figure out how to proceed from there. She stood over the doll, standing with Wallflower’s upper body between her legs and dripping warm dollcum onto her chest. “Hm… You’re pretty good at following instructions. I’ll do all the heavy lifting, you just do what I say. Sound good?”

“O-okay.” Wallflower looked up at Sonata, visible fear and discomfort displayed on her face. “W-what do I do, then?” Sonata smirked, then quickly dropped to her knees, burying Wallflower’s face with her pussy.

“Lick!” Sonata giggled as she felt Wallflower’s surprised, inexperienced tongue run up her slit, more due to her shock than any desire to do as she was told. Soon enough, though, Wallflower got the message; She licked at Sonata’s pussy, almost overwhelmed by the sweet, tangy taste of her robotic twat. Sonata bit her lip, moaning at the electric pleasure that ran through her chassis with every lap of Wallflower’s tongue. She grinded her hips down onto Wallflower’s face, letting out a shaky, half-laugh, half-moan when she felt Wallflower’s hands grip her ass, pulling her in closer.

“They seem to be having fun,” noted Adagio, casually running her hands through Aria’s long, silky hair. With her other hand, she undid Aria’s jeans, pulling them down to expose her pussy. “How long has it been since she last had a chance to get off?”

“Not as long as me,” murmured Aria. She let out a soft gasp as Adagio’s hand slipped down, finding her pussy and teasing her clit with her thumb.

“That’s not what I asked you. If you’re going to be stubborn, then perhaps I’ll cut down Wallflower’s deal to just making me and Sonata cum.” Adagio gave Aria’s pussy a series of gentle, but taunting, spanks. “Let’s try this again. How long has it been since Sonata last had the opportunity to cum?”

“I don’t fucking know. Four days? Maybe five?” Aria hated the way Adagio teased her, the way she melted into putty whenever her sister got into one of her bullying, domineering moods. She knew that resisting would result in punishment, most likely a removed arm, whereas complying may lead her to a reward. And, just as was Adagio’s style, she rewarded Aria’s slightly better answer with a few more gentle rubs to Aria’s pussy.

“Was it four days or maybe five?” asked Adagio firmly. “Answer correctly. Or else.” Aria didn’t think Adagio would seriously hurt her, not for something as minimal as losing track of Sonata’s last orgasm, but she wasn’t in the mood to try her luck. She closed her eyes, thinking long and hard before giving her answer.

“Five,” answered Aria, an air of finality. Adagio whistled sharply, snatching Sonata’s attention away from the doll tonguing her cunt. Sonata nodded in confirmation upon seeing Adagio’s questioning gaze, then turned right back to grinding her pussy against Wallflower’s tongue.

“Well done, Aria. I think you’ve earned a bit more fun.” Adagio brought her fingers, sticky with Aria’s excretions, and brought them to her sister’s lips. Just as always, Aria obediently parted her lips, sucking her own juices off of Adagio’s fingers. Adagio pulled away, returning her hand to Aria’s pussy. Rather than just rub and tease her, this time Adagio actually pushed two fingers into her sister. Aria wished that Adagio would do her “vibrating fingers” trick, but she knew better than to look a gift horse in the mouth. So, instead of complaining, Aria leaned back to make out with Adagio until it was her turn with Wallflower.

A turn which seemed to be inching nearer and nearer. While Wallflower started off reserved and trepidatious, something about Sonata brought her to ease. Though she was still utterly terrified by the prospect of being naked, alone, and entirely at the mercy of the Dazzlings, she came into her own nicely. What started off as nervous, apprehensive licks become wet, sloppy, slurpy lapping and kissing. She gripped Sonata’s hips a bit tighter, pulling her down closer to finish her off.

Wallflower kept on attacking Sonata’s pussy with her tongue, even as she heard her moans reach a fever pitch. Sonata’s hips jerked, her legs squeezing Wallflower’s head as she came. Wallflower dutifully licked up the dollcum from Sonata’s cunt, letting out an internal sigh of relief when she felt the body above her go limp. Sonata fell forward, totally spent, before shakily rolling off of Wallflower. Exhausted in her own right from the sheer sexual energy of her captors, Wallflower took a moment to collect herself.

“How was she, Sonata?” asked Adagio, breaking away from Aria for just a moment before diving back into her sister’s mouth. Her free hand snaked around Aria’s body, grasping her comparatively tiny tits in her hand.

“She’s… good…” panted Sonata. “Just needed warming up. You gotta try her. For someone who can’t get herself off, she really knows what a girl likes.”

“T-thanks…” murmured Wallflower, crossing her arms to cover her chest. “Who’s next?”

“That would be me.” Adagio pulled away from Aria one final time, thoroughly enjoying the annoyed glare she was receiving. “What’s the matter, Aria? Don’t feel like waiting your turn?”

“I thought I was next,” snarled Aria. Adagio laughed, playfully slapping Aria’s cheek.

“You thought wrong,” said Adagio with a devious smirk. “Now thank me for keeping you entertained for as long as I did, or else I might just take two turns with her.” The tension in the air was thick for a moment, with Aria weighing her options and deciding, not for the last time, to swallow her pride and just give her sister what she wanted.”

“Thanks, Ada.” Aria felt her face heat up as she bowed to Adagio’s whim yet again, but that didn’t seem to be enough. Adagio gestured for her to continue, no doubt looking for something a bit more specific. “T-thanks for fingering me.” Aria’s face reached a record bright blush, her embarrassment almost tangible. “There, I said it! You happy?”

“For now. I’ll let you know when I need my feet rubbed, though.” Just as usual, Aria reacted just as Adagio wanted her to: with an angry, humiliated blush. “Take your frustrations out on Sonata if you want, just don’t cum yet. Save it for Wallflower.”

“Wait, what?” Sonata, as usual, wasn’t paying much attention, but she caught that last bit. Aria let out a huff before stalking over to Sonata and grabbing a fistful of her ponytail. “Ow! Owie! That hurts!”

“Good!” Aria dragged Sonata across the floor, far too frustrated and horny to worry about little things like damaging her sister. Aria leaned her back against the nearby wall and buried Sonata’s face between her legs, watching with contempt as Adagio approached Wallflower.

“I won’t be as easy to please as my sister,” said Adagio, stopping just before Wallflower. “You’re going to have to work a bit harder for me, I’m afraid. Especially since I can’t tease you very much… No matter. You’ll just have to worship my body twice as hard.” Adagio kicked off her shoes, raising her foot to Wallflower’s face. “You can start here.”

Wallflower gave a gentle nod, taking Adagio’s foot into her hands. As to be expected, her synthetic skin was smooth, soft, perfect. Even if Wallflower wasn’t under duress like she was now, she was sure she would be enchanted by Adagio. Not just her feet, the doll herself had an air of power and intrigue to her. It didn’t take much convincing for Wallflower to lean in and kiss Adagio’s perfect toes, to worship every inch of synthetic skin before her.

“Oh, where’s all that modesty now, hm?” laughed Adagio. “I’m guessing Nata fucked it out of you. At least now you’re finally doing the only thing a doll like you is good for: making her owner feel good.” Adagio wiggled her toes under Wallflower’s nose, urging the doll to take them into her mouth for a second before Adagio pulled back her foot, dropping down to look Wallflower in the eye.

“Are you ready to fulfill your purpose?” Wallflower slowly, timidly nodded, only for Adagio’s hand to shoot forward, grabbing her firmly under the chin. Unlike before, all pretense was gone. There was no pleasant, tender facade, only raw, untamed lust. “I want to hear you beg for the privilege of tasting a goddess.”

“P-please,” stammered Wallflower. Of all the actions of the Dazzlings, this change in tone is what intimidated her the most. Before, Adagio seemed almost playful. Now, she was dangerously horny. “I want to… Pleasure you.”

“Good girl.” Adagio reached up to her hair, undoing her makeshift hair tie and releasing the beast that was her long, poofy, luxurious hair. The hair tie, a few centimeters of stiff, steel wire, was perfect for keeping Adagio’s hair contained, although it had some other uses; Adagio grabbed Wallflower’s arm, pinning them behind her back and binding her by the wrist with a few quick twists. After tugging on the improvised handcuffs to confirm that they would hold, Adagio grabbed Wallflower under the chin, tilting her face up. “Unfortunately, I don’t think you deserve that just yet. But do give my sister a good time, won’t you?”

“S-so… Is it my turn now?” huffed Aria, her hand still pinning Sonata’s head between her legs. As good as Sonata was with her tongue, Aria really wanted the opportunity to have a go with Wallflower. She had caught her, after all, she deserved a shot with her.

“Yes, Aria.” Adagio released her grasp on Wallflower. “It’s your turn now.”

“Fucking finally.” Aria pushed Sonata away, quickly crossing the room to Wallflower before Adagio changed her mind for whatever reason. She dropped to take a seat before Wallflower, spreading her legs and baring her hot, juicy cunt. “Eat. Now.” Aria grabbed a fistful of Wallflower’s hair, ignoring her yelp of pain and pulling her face in to her pussy. Wallflower went right to work, tonguing Aria’s pussy diligently.

“F-fuck, yes,” moaned Aria. She kept her hand on Wallflower’s head, pushing down and adding pressure to make sure she really got in there. “Can’t believe you’re letting me go first. What’s gotten into you?”

“It’s not Wallflower’s face I want to sit on,” remarked Adagio. She placed her foot on Aria’s chest and firmly, gently pushed her back, pinning her to the floor under her sole. “Besides, you’ve worked so hard today. I think you’ve earned the privilege of tasting perfection.”

Before Aria could do much to argue, Adagio stepped over her and dropped down, smothering Aria’s face with her perfect ass and pussy. Almost instinctively, Aria slapped her hands onto Adagio’s ass, gripping her curves as she eagerly tongued her pussy. Adagio chuckled at her sister’s passion and ferverentness. Aria could put on a the tough guy act all she wanted, but Adagio knew better. This was the real Aria, madly licking the pussy of the doll she claimed to hate.

Aria would argue that her energy and goodwill was due to the lightning bolts of pleasure that Wallflower was providing her with. The captive doll worked twice as hard, so close to getting what she was promised. She could sense how close Aria was to the edge, and so she doubled her efforts, licking, kissing, sucking, slurping like she never had before. Aria squeezed her trembling legs together, scissoring Wallflower’s head and pulling her in even deeper.

Aria moaned into Adagio’s pussy as Wallflower’s tongue tipped her over the edge, her body tensing as her orgasm wracked her chassis. She gushed dollcum, sweet, sticky nectar that Wallflower dutifully lapped up. Adagio wasn’t far behind, a deep, breathy moan escaping her as she creamed onto her sister’s face. Adagio rolled off of Aria, sighing in contentment as her afterglow found her.

“Well, I’m a doll of my word,” panted Adagio. “Aria, patch the girl up, won’t you?”

“N-Nata… Get her in the frame.” Aria pulled herself up into a seated position, trying to catch her breath and get her head on straight. She stood up, heading for the dictionary workshop across the room. “I need some tools and parts.”

“Sure thing, sis!” Sonata saluted before scampering across the attic to a corner full of assorted junk and scrap. Out of this pile, Sonata pulled a large, modified picture frame. It was a 8x10 frame, with thick, stiff wire in each corner. The back had been removed, a replacement stand was installed around the edges of one side, made from some paper clips that Aria had repurposed. Sonata dragged the frame out into the living room area, pulling it to a stop just before Wallflower.

“Strap her in!” called Aria from the workshop, barely heard over the clanking of her supplies.

“Kay!” Sonata undid Adagio’s hair tie, handing it back to her big sister before pulling Wallflower up.

“W-what’s this for?” stammered Wallflower. Sonata grabbed Wallflower’s right arm, pulling it to the upper right corner of the frame. She tied the arm there with the wire, repeating with the left arm.

“Aria needs to crack you open to repair you,” explained Adagio. She dropped down to help Sonata, tying Wallflower’s legs in place. This effectively shackled Wallflower in place, her arms and legs spread eagle and leaving her completely vulnerable. “This is so you stay put.”

Aria emerged from her workshop with a sack of tools and parts slung over her shoulder. She tossed it down in front of Wallflower, immediately digging through it to get to work. She withdrew a fistful of scrap wires, a few servos, a circuit board, and her glass shard knife before she started directing traffic.

“I think her model uses micro USB chargers, which is good,” said Aria, pulling out a charger for Wallflower. It was an old cellphone charger that Aria had stripped of its plug and jerry rigged it to connect with her own handmade batteries and generators. “We’re gonna have to keep her on charge while I try to fix this. Ada, hook her up.”

Adagio nodded, taking the charger and glass shard and looping around Wallflower. She sliced down the seat of Wallflower’s pants, earning a yelp of surprise. For once, Adagio didn’t have lewd intentions; she simply plugged the charger into the port inlaid in the small of Wallflower’s back. Aria slid a relatively large battery over to Adagio, who quickly attached Wallflower’s charger. Wallflower felt a surge of energy enter her, the familiar, relaxing pleasure of being charged.

“Nata, take this motor,” said Aria, producing a small cylindrical motor from her sack, as well as a small switch. “It’s got two wires at the bottom, twist those together with the ones on the switch, we’re gonna use that as a vibrator.”

“Vibrator?” Wallflower was a bit concerned, but there wasn’t much she could do about it right now.

“For testing. Now I’m gonna pop you open.” Aria took her knife from Adagio, sliding it along Wallflower’s side until she caught the almost-invisible seam from where the front panel of Wallflower’s torso met the back. Aria pried it open, revealing Wallflower’s internal wiring, gears, servos, and circuits. Aria peered inside, searching for some flaw in Wallflower’s inner workings.

“Vibrator!” Sonata waved the makeshift vibrator, flipping the switch to make the motor rumble.

“Good. Put it to her pussy and turn it on,” ordered Aria. Sonata nodded, doing as she was told. Wallflower’s eyes went wide, her protest dying in her throat when she felt the rudimentary toy switch on. Wallflower didn’t show much reaction at first, the gentle vibrations doing little more than tease her. “Alright, so, tell me when you feel something.”

Aria went to work, digging through Wallflower’s insides in search of the defect in question. There were some loose wires that Aria twisted together, noting the increase in Wallflower’s breathing, but that didn’t seem to be the core of her problem. Her servos seemed to be fine, if a bit old and outdated.

Aria kept digging, picking apart bad gears and twisting together wires. Wallflower bit her lip, the pain from Aria’s hands pulling and contorting her insides almost too much for her to take. Still, she grit her teeth and decided she’d tough it out. She was so very close to being fixed, a bit of pain was nothing in comparison. Adagio noticed Wallflower’s pained expression, and she slithered over like a serpent to catch her every gasp and yelp of agony.

“Too much for you, Wallflower?” asked Adagio, a sinister chuckle in her voice.

“N-no… Just a bit longer…” Wallflower yelped as Aria ripped an entire circuit board from inside her, looking it over before tossing it to the ground. As soon as it was gone, Wallflower’s entire body went numb. The pain, the vibrations from the motor, even the pressure of her teeth biting down on her lip, it all vanished. “Soon, I can go back home, good as new.”

“Ha! Home!” cackled Adagio. “You really aren’t all that bright, are you?”

“W-what?”

“Found the problem. One of her circuit boards are fucked,” reported Aria, holding the damaged board. “Simple fix, just gotta swap it out for a new one. Then, depending on how many nodes we connect, we can determine how easily she cums. She had three on this old, shit board, she needs ten.”

“What happens if you only attach nine?” asked Adagio. Wallflower shouted in protest, but Adagio ignored her. She waited patiently for her sister to answer, which she did after a short second of thinking.

“Odds are good that she’d get just to the edge and then cycle back.” Aria’s features curled into a wicked grin as she understood just what it was Adagio had planned. “So she’d just be in this endless cycle of almost cumming.”

“No! This wasn’t the deal!” shouted Wallflower, futilely struggling in her binds. “You said you’d let me go! You said you’d repair me!”

“And we will. Just partially.” Adagio adopted a grin to match her sister’s. “And I certainly never said anything as ludicrous as a promise to let you go. Now hush while Aria puts the new board in.”

“Please, no. Please, just let me go.” Wallflower’s anger quickly became despair as Aria approached her with the new board. “Don’t do this, please…”

“Sonata, stick that viberator in place,” ordered Aria. She reached into her sack of tools and tossed Sonata a small tube of superglue, much to Wallflower’s visible terror. Sonata giggled as she took the tube, applying a generous amount to the vibrator and sticking it to Wallflower’s pussy. “Hold it there until it binds. I’m gonna set the new circuit board in.”

Aria took the new board and slipped it into Wallflower’s torso, slotting it into the proper place. It took a bit of searching, but she found the proper wires, and she attached them to nodes on the circuit board one by one. Wallflower felt each one spark to life inside her. Each one felt more vivid than the last, the arcs of pleasure filling her body in crashing waves.

“And there’s nine,” said Aria. She studied her handiwork for a second before reaching back in. Wallflower couldn’t tell what she was doing, exactly, but a sudden snap let her know that it was nothing good. Aria withdrew her hand, bringing with it a bit of circuitry: the tenth node of the new board. “Just in case you wanted to try jostling your insides and making a quick connection or some shit.”

“P-please… No!” Wallflower’s legs began to quake, her pussy dripping dollcum down her thighs. It had been so long since she had been properly stimulated, it was hitting her hard, and fast. She felt the heat build in her core, the tingling in her body. “Oh fuck… I’m gonna…”

And, just like that, the feeling began to fade, backing off just a bit before Wallflower could feel herself approaching the edge yet again. She bit her lip and stifled a moan, her mind preparing her body for an orgasm that never came. It was like a word stuck on the tip of your tongue, the feeling never fading into nothing nor reaching its proper climax.

“No, you’re not,” chuckled Adagio. “All you’re going to do is moan and drip and entertain me.” She beckoned for her sisters, who found their way to either side of Adagio. She wrapped her arms around them, grabbing Sonata’s tit while latching her lips onto Aria’s. She pulled away, then slapped both of her sister’s firmly on the ass.

“Let’s see how jealous we can make our new friend.”