Chapter 14

There was an entire regiment of Doras looking at me with eager curiosity. They were all apparently grenadiers, which I think was Napoleonic for “butch lesbian.” The three that had found me in the closet were all doing a little version of that most elegant game of rock, paper, scissors. Except instead of rocks, papers or scissors, it was Officer, Dora and Autowar. Patches threw Autowar, Tee threw Dora, and Theodora “Boxie” Fusilier (so named, I think, cause she was fresh out of the box), threw Officer.

“I win!” Boxie said. “Officer orders Dora!” She pointed at Tee.

“No, I win,” Tee said, frowning. “Dora conquers Autowar.”

“But Autowar glasses officer,” Patches said, reaching up and tugging her eyepatch back into place with a furrowing of her brow. “ ... best ... two out of three?”

“We could just draw lots,” another Dora said, nodding as she scratched at her chin. “Like, we can all cut sticks, then draw them short.”

“Why don’t we all just fuck her at once? I mean, it’s not every day you have your very own human toy to play with,” another Dora said.

“Because the contract said one at a time. That was her limit, right baby?” Tee looked at me, while Patches and Boxie started to throw their hands. Patches looked distraught as her officer was gunned down by an Autowar three times in a row. I blushed, then shook my head. “ ... it wasn’t? So, we can ... all do you at once?” she asked.

“We can’t all fit in a human at once!” one of the Dora’s called out.

“Or in the train, this train isn’t that thick...”

“Maybe if we threw the seats out?”

“Humans are going to use those seats later, though!”

“I won! I won!” Boxie exclaimed.

“Huh?” Tee asked.

“I beat Patches – and since you stepped out of the game, you forfitted, so that means I go first,” Boxie said.

“No way, we’re not letting some fresh out of the box Dora get to plow a human first!”

More argument started, while I probed at my linguistic problems ... and tried to figure out how, exactly I had gotten into this situation. I think what had happened was that Albert, lovely, wonderful, gone through his isekai redemption arc and was now a cool dude Albert, had realized I was in a dire straight and tried to get me out the only way he could, with the curio. It could copy itself, there was no reason to say it could only just make a single copy at a time. He didn’t need to target it good, he just had to dump enough of them into the room for me to get my hands on one, then bam. Teleport me away. The fact Mary hadn’t arrived here too meant she hadn’t gotten one...

I knew that it took Albert time to target again, and he had to target on me. Meaning that even if he was trying valiantly to rescue Mary, he couldn’t – he’d only be able to connect to me.

Which meant my maid’s life was entirely in my hands.

And, like, it was just Mary, too. Like, I was pretty sure that Ned’s plan was full of more stupid ideas and bad executions that it was possible to get. The dude sounded like a dipshit who had never had to work for anything in his life and still wanted more shit. Like ... god, what an asshole. Those kinds of people rarely thought anything through, let alone their hare brained ideas on how to take over the world. Like, we loved to think of the Nazis as big bad mofos who could do all sorts of crazy shit, but I had it on good authority that the Nazis were the densest motherfuckers in the galaxy. You could have used their brains for paving stones, I swear...

But the problem was, I needed to communicate with them.

“Hey...” Boxie said, her cheeks burning as she stepped over, the other Doras crowding in to watch. Patches had even taken off her eyepatch, to reveal a perfectly functional, normal eye underneath. My cheeks burned as Boxie undid the buttons on the top of her uniform, revealing her just absolutely spectacular rack, her nipples hardening as she stammered. “S-So, uh, what’s your name?”

“Lucy,” I said, and found I could say that.

“Wait, I thought it was Amy Morelle,” Patches said.

One of the other Doras hissed her quiet as I watched Boxie slowly, shyly, tugging her pants down. How is it possible for a huge as hell, muscular sexy as fuck warrior robot lady to be shy? And ... holy shit. Her cock sprang free, massive and throbbing and very, very, very eager. Like. Jesus Christ, was every robot that was built to carry a gun hung like a horse? Because if so, I was now a full fledged supporter of the military-industrial complex. My throat worked as I gulped and Boxie blushed even more, her fans whirring. “Do ... you like it?” she asked, quietly, while the other Boxies watched eagerly. I licked my lips, slowly, and nodded.

Boxie stepped up and thanks to her height and me still being tired to a chair, her dick was right at my lips. I wanted to cup her. Caress her. Touch her. Nuzzle her. Instead, all I could do was mumble happily as I kissed the tip of her dick and hear the way that even that most gentle, simple contact sent an excited vrrrRRRR through her fans. The virginial Dora whimpered, then tentatively petted my head as I licked and kissed the tip of her cock, each momentary connection between my lips and her dick causing it to bob faintly.

“Wow, she’s good...” one Dora whispered. I drew my mouth back, grinning.

“I get a lot of practice,” I said – the words coming out with only a tiny slurring. Okay, good! Cool, my brain was rebraining itself. I figured that the damage caused by the evil virus thingy that I had been injected with had to be limited, or else it’d be ... like ... a murder virus and not a mute-be virus. Also, serious damage would lead to serious inspections. Wait, shit. Did that mean I’d need to, like, try and force the virus to go absolutely naners on my gray matter to try and get these Doras to get me to a doctor? Except that sounded both ludicrously dangerous and like it’d distract me from sucking this really nice dick, so...

I leaned in close, closing my mouth around the head of Boxie’s cock, my eyes closing as my hands clenched behind me. Her hands tentatively caressed my head and, slowly, she slid her cock into my mouth, her gasp making it clear she was not expecting me to take dick this easily. But I was an expert at this shit! Boxie’s balls bounced against my chin and my eyes closed, tightly, and I focused purely on the delicious firmness of her dick in my mouth and my throat. Her hands gripped my hair and she moaned huskily – and then Tee called out.

“Go to fucking town on her!”

And while Boxie may have been an adorable virgin...

She could follow orders.

She grabbed my head and she started to fuck my throat. She slammed her dick into me like a jackhammer, and my jaw began to ache and I started to make wet, eager choking noises, my hands tightening into fists ... and I loved it, even as tears streamed down my cheeks and my thighs pressed together. My sex went from wet to soaked and I swore, I almost came myself as Boxie threw her head back, moaned, and filled my tummy with her cum. Then she drew back and filled my mouth. Then, in the same movement, she pulled back and hot, thick cum started to splash my face and my neck. My eyes closed and I groaned. “Ohh wow that was good...” I said, my voice hoarse.

“You liked that ... her name was Lucy, r-right?” Boxie asked.

“Boxie, outta the way!”

The next girl up was Patches, and the one eyed Dora was already naked. Save, of course, for her patch. She grabbed my head, then pushed my mouth down on her cock. But this wasn’t a full throat fucking like Boxie. Instead, she was just getting her dick nice and wet with my spittle. When she jerked my head back and gently smacked my cheek with her robotic cock, she crooned. “Nice and wet...” She sounded like she was grinning.

“How do you feel about anal, my cutie?”

“Uhh, yes?” I asked, laughing. “Fuck yes.”

She yanked me off the chair, undid the ties around my wrists, then pushed me over one of the seats in the train car. As I swayed a bit, one of the other Doras scrambled to sit in the seat I was bent over, then lashed my arms back together, so that I was tied to the seat, my bindings looped around one of the headrests. I could escape if I tried ... but I wasn’t super interested in trying. Instead, I thrust my ass up as cool lube – since, like, spit was a hot way to lube up, but it wasn’t going to actually lube my butt properly – rubbed into my puckered anus. My eyes closed and I grunted as Patches stuck her thumb in, working the lube into me. Then her thumb popped free and I groaned. “Ah, this is so fucking good...” I whispered. “It’s almost as good as the last time I got royally fucked in the ass.” I grinned over my shoulder at her – her dick slapping against mine.