Unbreakable Machine-doll Novels & Stories

“Let’s go.” They walked forward down a dimly lit hallway and soon found themselves at another door. Without pausing, they pushed this one open as well and found it led out onto a sort of platform, which hung roughly two stories above a large, open room filled with old-looking machines. To Tina, they seemed hulking and almost dangerous in the dim light, like prehistoric predators waiting to strike. Almost haphazardly, unfinished dolls lay on the machines, some missing arms or legs, some unpainted and, most disturbingly to Tina, some lacking the mask that would give them a face, leaving the synthetic eyes to almost float in an empty head cavity.

Reap System: Memory Eraser pill 2x, Realm suppression pill 3x, Mortal returning pill 2x, Bloodline Copy Pill 2x 'Jeez this is to good. They are at the Reformation Rank to. Not to bad. Two different pills to break an enemy. We have definitely got to go towards the North. From the reports, there has to be a Breaking Bonds undead around. I will gladly make a puppet out of one of those. The pills can weaken it a little while I subdue it.'

It's like they're best friends when they treat each other. I went out of the kitchen and the moment I opened the door; Reid ran in my direction. He hugged my thigh. "I got twelve stars!" He said while showing his arms on me. I kneel for our eyes to line up and then greeted him with congratulations. I noticed the box holding he’s holding. He picked it up and showed it to me. "And Doc has a gift for me. Another robot for my collection!" I took a deep breath then wiped the sweat on his forehead. "Get dressed first, my Superman. You're wet with sweat."

“Please stay still so I can clamp the seatbelt.” “Why, don’t you want to f**k me? It’s easier without the seatbelt.” He kept quiet and finally got the seatbelt clamped. “So, Mr Emerson Aiden, or Mr Billionaire whatever you call yourself. Where to? Are you taking me home? Please do take me home. I’m sure your lovely mother would be so disappointed in me and throw me back on the streets. Or better yet, call the judge and cry with no idea how to help this broken fucking child.”

She groaned as she sat up, rubbing her body. 'Let's go again,' he said. 'It's no use,' she said and looked away. 'I keep failing.' Ryan stretched his hand towards her. 'True. But then again you can't give up.' She looked up at him. 'Never give up,' he said as he pulled her up and handed her her stick. 'Again?' She smiled, a new light shinning in her eyes. 'Yeah.' °°° Suzanne grunted as she struggled to raise up the machine. Andrew had called it the Doxin. It was shaped like a huge box the size of a car but made of solid metal. Titanium was part of the equipment used in its invention.

Could I really return home if their minds were wiped from me? Spencer noticed my frown and started the lesson. “First we're going to learn how to unblock your mind from the supernatural world,” he said while lowering himself to the first mat. I took the mat across from him and he continued. “This allows somebody to get into your mind, such as Trysten did earlier. But this time, you won't pass out.” Spencer smirked before closing his eyes. I heard the door open and a timid Junto walked in. It was strange to see such a large, confident man act so shy. “Stephan said you needed me?”

Although I was aware that the figure before me was merely a robot, I couldn't help but feel the crushing shame sweeping over me, leaving my face burning with embarrassment. 008 didn't seem to notice anything unusual. He kneeled beside me and gently pulled me into his arms, saying, "I've detected an injury, Ms. Zeller. I'm going to switch to first-aid mode now. Please remain still as I conduct a full-body scan." 008 was a robot specifically designed for me by my in-laws. He was designed to look exactly like Kenneth but with an even more idealized physique. His skin, crafted from a special synthetic material, was indistinguishable from human skin.

"You uploaded yourself? You became software?" The God-Shell took a step forward. The impact shook the tower, knocking Helena to her knees near the elevator. "I became perfection," the machine replied. The massive head, shaped like a stylized knight’s helm, tilted down. The red optical sensors flared. "Flesh is weak, Tristan. You proved that when you broke my nose in the courtyard. But this..." The machine raised a fist the size of a carriage. "...this does not break." Rowan swung. It wasn't a clumsy, mechanical swing. It was the precise, drilled motion of a master swordsman, scaled up to god-like proportions. The fist descended with the speed of a falling guillotine.

Alex whispered, his body trembling with a mixture of fear and anticipation. Marcus pressed another button on the remote. The machine sprang to life, the dildo sliding into Alex's tight hole in a slow, deep thrust. Alex cried out, his body arching against his restraints. The machine was relentless, its rhythm steady and unforgiving. It fucked him with a mechanical precision that was both terrifying and incredibly arousing. Marcus circled him, his camera clicking, capturing every angle, every moment of Alex's degradation and pleasure. He would occasionally reach out and pinch Alex's nipples, or stroke his cock, pushing him closer to the edge, only to pull back at the last second.