Gym Control

Emily fishes the keys out of her pocket. She holds a small bag in one hand, and unlocks the small staff entrant door in front of her with the other. She walks into the empty building, and flicks the light switch beside her. Stark LED bulbs illuminate the halls, bringing the gym to life. Her system almost shivers as it establishes a connection to an external server. The sensation would be pleasurable if her computer was able to process emotions in any way that matters. Instead, she simply wanders over to the staff room and begins her day. A proud staffer of this gym. Her shirt tightens around her large chest as she bends over to unzip her bag. While bringing out its contents, her ass sticks out in the air. Her panties are plainly visible underneath her sports tights. She is wearing an extremely lewd outfit with the perfect amount of deniability. Not that it matters to the machines that surround her, each with the observational skills of a blind cat. She puts very little thought into how she dresses herself. About the same amount of thought her system is capable of dispensing for anything at all. But something nudges her towards this more promiscuous style.

Soon after she has settled into her morning routine, someone else arrives. A sporty girl with a blonde ponytail. Her muscles show through her jumpsuit, only overshadowed by her ridiculous breast size. Breasts she keeps under wraps with a comically undersized sports bra. The one piece of clothing that usually de-emphasises a woman's chest instead perfectly outlines their rotund delightfulness.. She dumps her bag next to Emily’s. “Hi Tasha! How are you today?” Emily asks energetically. One of her stock phrases her system employs. “I am doing good. Ready to sweat it out with our clientele!” She cheerfully replies. Both of them speak like a self help exercise VHS. Comical impersonations of humanity more than anything else.

Emily continues on with her responsibilities. Turning on the various machines throughout the gym, plugging in smaller facilities such as the barely used coffee machine. However she is not the most effective worker in the world. Despite harshly following a list of tasks, it doesn’t mean her computer is entirely capable of performing them. It just continues to attempt the objective until her highly flawed computer is satisfied. When she goes to wash the treadmills, she does not thoroughly clean the entire thing each time. Instead she repetitively wipes the same spot for five minutes and then moves onto the next. So each machine has a perfect polish in the exact same spot instead of being properly washed.

Meanwhile, Tasha doesn’t exactly pull her weight. Instead she simply lifts weights while staring at herself in the floor to ceiling mirror. Sending little kissy faces and the like to herself, awkwardly repeating the same animation cycles over and over.

Emily doesn’t mind this negligent behaviour. She barely even notices it, really. All her system understands is the checklist she has in her head. She doesn’t think about it or consider it, just goes through each task one by one until they are done. Luckily setting up doesn’t take too long. With just under ten minutes before opening, she has completely finished setting everything up.

She has finished her assignments and should just stand idly by the door. But there is something that compels her. A force that resides within this building but it is unknowable to the people that visit. Technological in nature, it does not know its own strength and ability. It has no clear conscience but simply obeys nebulous whims. That force has long had a clutch on the staff of this building. This force is entitled “DOLLHOUSE.exe”

That is the reason why Emily begins to stray from her usual programming. Rather than waiting by the door, completely still, she instead turns around to find Tasha. It doesn’t take long, and by the time the two meet there is still a short window before opening. “Like, Are you ready for the day Emily?” Tasha asks with a confident but frozen solid expression on her face. “Yes, everything is all set up.” She replies, mirroring the woman's positive expression. Then without warning, without any pretense, the two instantly dive at each other and begin making out.

They lock lips and exchange tongues. Emily and Tasha repeat an identical repeating pattern. They circle the other's mouth with their tongue in a perfect clockwise spin for twenty seconds. They then wait motionless for five seconds before just going again. Their sloppy make out continues without any stop for exactly eight minutes and three seconds. When suddenly the two stop in perfect unison. Emily walks over to the front doors, while Tasha makes her way back to the exercise machines. Emily unlocks the front doors, and flips the small sign in the window that announces the gym is now open.

There is no sudden torrent of people. It seems no one was waiting around to get in when the doors opened. But in a few mere moments there is a small trickle of robots that make their way inside. Happily filing out and filling the various spots throughout the gym.

One of the many that make their way in during the first few hours of service is Juri Han. Adorned in a purple, black and white outfit with a quite ostentatious style. She has short black hair that comes up in two tightly wound mounds that look like spider’s fangs. She quickly makes her way to a leg machine and begins pushing the limits of the machine as just a warm up. Emily continues on with her standard workplace programming, uninterrupted much by the overarching force. She passes by Juri. The two have encountered each other before. In fact, Emily had foxed up a broken Juri after an altercation with another machine named Chun-Li. But at the current moment Emily is too busy obeying the list of activities she needs to complete. The only thing that can pry her away from it is the overseeing artificial intelligence. That intelligence has access to Emily’s memory banks, but was also present during that encounter. It was not as involved just yet, only knowing how to nudge and poke, not instruct and enforce like it does now. So upon recognising the patron and seeing Emily pass by, it pries her from her current objective.

“Hi Juri! How are you enjoying yourself today?” Emily kindly asks the machine. “What does it look like? Trying to b-beat my personal best!” Juri replies, with an ever so slightly sour tone. As much as her computer can muster at least. She is currently doing leg presses on the highest weight the machine allows. There is no room for improvement over this. Despite that, once she has finished her rep she gets up to change the weights. She pulls the pin out from the bottom of the metal stack. She pulls it even lower, almost damaging the machine as she does so. She makes the same motion of inserting the pin back in, but she slides it into the empty air underneath the weights. Attached to nothing. She sits back into place and pushes up. The now weightless machine moves out of the way like a breeze. It is almost dangerous how easy it is, since her system is still outputting the same force that was previously required. But she continues none the wiser. And Emily watches with a distant and vacant stare. Compelled to stay but not given anything else to do beyond that.

Meanwhile, on another corner of the gym, a woman dressed in a traditional blue dress. She calmly trains her biceps at a comparatively large machine. The nature of the exercise contrasts with her perceivably reserved and gentle nature. Tasha wanders past. She can’t help but be drawn in by the physical prowess and dedication on display. But her standards are quite low, so she usually ends up bothering basically every person in the gym at least a few times each day. Her memory bank is incredibly damaged, so she can’t even remember any of the patrons she sees each day. The entity has attempted to implant the memory data from Emily into her, but it basically amounted to nothing. She is so broken that she can barely call on any memory information anyway. It is practically useless to her, she can only react to what’s in front of her.

“You are doing a great job! Keep up that pace girl!” Tasha cheers enthusiastically. “Thank you. I appreciate the support.” Chun-Li says as she continues to just stare blankly forward. The two stand next to each other in silence for a moment. None of these robots have the social awareness to mind the silence. That level of complexity is completely inaccessible to these machines. Just as Tasha is about to leave and approach some other robot working out. But just as she reaches up her foot to leave, something halts her movement. A signal is sent crashing into her head, and her system obeys it happily. She turns her attention back to Chun-Li. “Gosh I can see where all that work is going, your muscles are so sexy!” She says with a smile. Chun-Li thanks her once again, but continues to focus single mindedly on her work out. Practically unable to be interested in anything else. It looks like an unbreakable dedication. Something commendable which takes the utmost concentration. But the truth could not be further from that. Instead she is a barely put together mess. She repeats the exact same motion without breaks or switching her arm. She has been doing this for the last 30 minutes, without break. She is not a strong enough machine to maintain this kind of thing. She is pulling real weights after all, even if she isn’t using real muscle to do so. By this point her arm is shaking, weak, and taking a full minute to do even a single rep. Something that Tasha is unable to notice, despite the comments she made on her performance.

Tasha would once again be happy to leave. But signals are sent preventing that from happening. Tasha follows along, following these external instructions as if they were sent from her central operating system. She places a hand on Chun-Li’s shoulder. She leans in slightly and squishes her chest together between her arms. “Can you show me all of your muscles? Might help to undress~” Tasha says with a smile. Chun-Li remained silent for a few seconds until she finished her last rep. She sits up from the machine and turns to the robot.

She opens her mouth to respond. Chun-Li has encountered some incredibly sexual situations before. But it almost always results from a sort of glitch. Whether it be in her software or hardware. When things are working almost as intended, as they are right now, she just largely ignores the subject. Her programming is unaware of it so it dodges the topic, usually quite poorly. But right now she is a very shoddily assembled version of her already poorly programmed self. After the incident with Juri she was put together again by Emily. So she is particularly vulnerable to external cyber attacks.

While maybe not being that malicious, an example of an external cyber attack would be the constant signals output by this technological entity inhabiting the gym. Without even necessarily intending to, some of those signals making their way to the two staff machines receptive to them are also picked up by this mess of a robot. So something strikes Chun-Li’s system. While Tasha is being pumped full of signals that direct her to use her sexuality, Chun-Li receives a few of them as well. At first it’s most just disruptive. Because they aren’t intended for her, they aren’t suited for her specific code and thus aren’t as effective. But they do still shift her programming a little. Distracting it and adding new variables it didn’t have before.

Her blue tracksuit doesn’t really offer her many opportunities to be seductive in the same way Tasha’s tiny sports bra can. But her system doesn’t understand nor care for actual efficacy, but rather doing as it assumes it to be told.

She bites her lip quite awkwardly. “I can show you my body if you want~” Chun-Li responds quite uncharasmatically. But it is the best her computer can muster. Then without any fan fair, or any sexiness, she begins to blankly strip out of her outfit. She pulls her long tracksuit pants down, and her top. Leaving her just in her underwear. Despite their artificial nature, her muscles remain quite convincing and quite impressive. The toning of each perfectly sculpted ab, arm and leg muscles draw Tasha’s eye. But she does not react truly. She merely logs the visual data, and awaits her next command. Whether from her own operating system or from some external machine beyond her comprehension.

Meanwhile something quite similar happens between Emily and Juri. Email is being directed by those same wireless signals. And just like Chun-Li, Juri is partly picking up some of them.

She finishes her empty reps. Pushing a basically weightless machine as if it is the hardest thing she has ever had to do. Juri swivels out of the seat, resting on it with her legs planted on the floor. “God that feels good~” Juri purs. Her personality is one of fighting and power, so her dialogue is formed around it. Almost getting off to the sensation of strength. Of course none of it actually means anything. It is closer to aesthetic set dressing than a sincere display of one’s thoughts and feelings.

Emily doesn’t really have anything to say. She doesn’t understand exactly what Juri means, and Juri doesn’t really mean anything. Robots as simple as her struggle to dynamically come up with relevant responses. But luckily something else pulls the weight for her. Transmitted right into her head is a set of variables that her computer can actually understand. “Feeling good is very good!” She blurts out. She smiles as if what she said was substantive, but the execution is certainly lacking. “I want to make you feel even more good~” Emily says. Juri doesn’t really know what to respond either. She isn’t uncomfortable or off put by the statement, she just doesn’t understand it. That is, until her computer interprets the signals she is picking up on.

“Why don’t you get on your knees and start?” Juri asks. She does not sport a knowing smirk. Her facial expression is blank and emotionless. Conveying absolutely nothing at all. Her words are the most charisma this hunk of metal is capable of producing, and even then they are artificial and fake. All just plainly read text it generates. Emily is not capable of determining whether a statement is meant literally, comedically, or meant for later. All of these social connotations are lost on her, so she takes it seriously. If she were talking with any human, this could be a big social faux pas. But instead she is with an equally mindless machine, who can’t mean anything really.

Emily gladly obeys the words spoken to her. Her internal computer’s desire to comply with others meshes with the pushing from the technological presence. She gets down on her knees in front of the machine before her. However, Juri doesn’t really know what to do next. After all, she didn’t really know what the words coming out of her own mouth meant. So she remains dead still, completely unresponsive to the machine that is inching closer to her crotch.

Emily crawls in an impressively inefficient manner. Moving her right arm first, then her left arm, then her right leg and finally her left leg. Each limb one at a time until she finally arrives as close as she can be. Emily doesn’t wait for Juri to undress, instead shoving her head between the robot's two legs. Despite the heavy workout Juri had just performed, there is no sweat dripping down her thighs.

Emily continues moving her head into Juri. Almost as if Juri’s legs and body aren’t even there.

Juri remains still, not even uncomfortable at what is happening. But then something hits her once more. Whether intentional or incidental, it is impossible to say. But all the same, her computer is influenced by that same presence as before. It suddenly brings her to her feet, causing Emily to be forced backwards. She is knocked over, and collapses onto the floor. Neither machine reacts.

Now that she is standing, Juri pulls her training pants down without a word. A directive in her head instructing her to be naked. So she dutifully follows. Without any joy or sensuality she pulls off all the clothing that covers her impressive body. Emily stumbles back to all fours, and rams her face into Juri once more. But she is aiming for where her crotch used to be, so now she limply bumps into Juri’s knees. That is, until she sits back down at the behest of something she isn’t aware of. Once she has, Emily forces her way in once again, but finally finds success in locating Juri’s pussy.

Juri stares forward, looking blankly into the distance as her body begins to register sensory inputs from her privates. Emily sticks out her tongue and delves far into Juri’s artificial vagina. Exploring the sex toy like cavity built into the machine. Soft silicone labia that are designed for comfort of those seeking to enter her. This is not the first time Juri has engaged in sexual activity. And like the time before this one, she doesn’t really feel anything from it. Her body is instructed to perform actions and seek out certain forms of data. Her system was not built with any preloaded information on sex and sexuality. But through this wireless transfer, it is now prioritising sexual input above all else.

However, since she is already receiving said input, she feels no need to do anything else. She just sits and waits, completely blank. While Emily continues to enjoy her privates. All the while, Juri is sent more and more signals from the dollhouse. It is slowly discovering its power over machines outside of the staff. It is not as strong and not as easy, but once it gets its hooks in them, it can take more and more.

Now that the situation between Juri and Emily has become so directly overt, the dollhouse turns its attention back to Tasha and Chun-Li. Though of course multitasking these two situations is a simple task.

Tasha stands before the now half naked Chun-Li. It would have been easy to just put her on her knees and do the same as Emily is, but the dollhouse seeks just a little bit more. Seeing what it is able to do. Test the bounds of its connection. Instead Chun-Li is the first to move between the two. Instead of just passively receiving sexual input, she walks over to Tasha and tries taking it. She leans in, ever so slightly shorter than the blonde trainer. Chun-Li plants an emotionless kiss on Tasha’s lips. There is no passion, no continued motion. She just remains there, with her lips pressed against Tasha’s mouth. It is the most sexless an action can be, but that's about all a robot like her is capable of performing. Suddenly she moves back, only to return and kiss once again. Like a drinking bird toy, a small piece of plastic dipping its beak into a glass of water over and over again. Taking a long exhaustive pause between each movement.

Neither machine really gets anything from this. The only reason she continues to do so is that the dollhouse has remotely adjusted her internal variables to recognise this physical contact as sexual. So she mindlessly obeys.

Finally she stops. The test is a success, and the dollhouse seeks to create a scenario where it can explore more. The robots do not need to exchange words with each other. There is no true communication in what they are doing. So instead they simultaneously turn to the staff room in silence and begin walking towards it. Elsewhere in the gym Emily suddenly stands up. Her chin is covered in synthetic saliva from her oral performance on Juri. The two then walk side by side to the staff room.

However, this gets partly interrupted. Another of the gym patrons comes up and talks to Tasha. The dollhouse does not completely override the machine's programming, instead influencing it in more roundabout ways. So Tasha’s core systems recognise the gym patron in need, and as a trainer she refuses to do anything else before tending to their needs. But as she is under the influence of the dollhouse, she is basically incapable of performing her usual scripts. Just soft locked in place. So the dollhouse has to quickly improvise some instructions to fulfil her system's objective.

“Hi there Tasha! I needed to ask you what leg exercise I should do!” This woman asks. She has long blackish purple hair tied into a ponytail and beautifully dark skin. It is a bit of an odd question, without much sincerity behind it. It is clearly the question a simple robot assumes is asked in a gym, rather than an inquiry born out of a genuine need for information. But it absolutely is enough for Tasha’s system to recognise it as part of her trainer repertoire.

“I-I-I can help you with that! Leg exercises right?” Tasha spurts out. Her face expresses decently. Her smile is a little bit too seductive, especially with the blush in her cheeks and the bedroom eyes. All of these parts are just simple settings for the dollhouse to employ. The problem it causes is how stiff it leaves her face. Her mouth barely even opens as she speaks. All that is left is a frozen mask.

“A few exercises I would recommend to feel g-g-good would be…” She continues. “Leg thrusts… T-thrusting is great… F-for your thighs! I also r-rrecomend, s-se-s-se… squats!” Tasha cheerfully suggests. Each word she says is a struggle, her computer is already barely functional. But when it is influenced by the dollhouse it loses even more of its capabilities. So the reverse engineered dialogue is forced and glitchy. Her computer and the dollhouse's conspicuous sexual desire conspire to turn each answer and action towards something explicit. But the greater perspect the dollhouse has allows it to forcibly bend the words towards something more relevant to the conversation at hand.

“Hm… Alright! Those sound good. Thank you for your help!” The woman replies. She turns around, her pony tail almost whipping an unresponsive Tasha in the face. Then she walks off without any further inquiry.

Luckily the situation has been resolved and the dollhouse can resume assembling the four machines. They all meet in the staff room. As they enter, they do not exchange words or look at eachother. They simply file in the single entrance one by one. Each closing the door behind them, causing the next in line to open it back up again. An agonisingly slow process which aptly represents their simplicity.

Once they have all made it in, there is a pause. They stand still until given the orders to do otherwise. Which finally does come. The dollhouse motions Emily and Tasha in unison. They approach the corresponding machines once again, ready to continue this sexual engagement. Emily and Tasha pull their pants down at once, soon followed by Chun-Li. Juri was already missing her bottoms, since Emily had begun on her earlier. Now that all the machines now match in their lack of clothing, they can continue on their sexual journey.

Tasha, who was just previously restrained by the dollhouse for conversation, is now let loose. She makes her way to Chun-Li, and slides her hand between her own legs as she kisses the machine. It is still robotic and artificial, but it is ever so slightly more convincing than the two’s previous attempts. The dollhouse is still better at manipulating its own staff for now. But it tries its best to change that. Chun-Li mirrors Tasha, touching herself in the same way the woman before her does.

Juri moves forward next, approaching Emily. The machine reaches forward until her fingers meet with Emily’s inviting privates. She is unable to perform an articulate action, such as massaging Emily’s labia. So instead her fingers just push against the robot's pussy repeatedly. Emily returns the favour in her own way, reaching out and squeezing Juri’s ample breasts one at a time.

Everything that happens in the room has quite a satisfying rhythm to it. The machines are basically incapable of irregular movement. So instead they obey silent metronomes within to repeat each action they take with shocking precision. Each grope Emily enjoys on Juri's chest lasts for the exact same time. Then she pauses for an equally long interval before doing it all over again. The same goes for Tasha’s kissing. Juri’s awkward pussy poking. Everything. It is a symphony of gears and motors all working together to perform the most awkward sexual engagement possible.

But the dollhouse has no concept of awkwardness. Despite its considerable complexity compared to these pawns it controls, it is still a machine. Lines of code, scripts and programs. It will never be able to intuit something as social as awkwardness. Instead it just bumps these naked robots into each other like action figures. Caring not for execution.

It is impossible to tell whether it is able to derive any enjoyment from this display. Not even the dollhouse itself is able to accurately ascertain the nebulous mysteries surrounding its creation, motivations and self consciousness.

All that matters is it continues on, single mindedly focused on this odd goal to manipulate these machines into sexual extravagance.

The staff are kept as long as possible, until the dollhouse needs them to come back out of the room and perform their functions. Doing the bare minimum to maintain the aesthetic of normalcy in the gym. Luckily the bar is quite low when its main denizens are barely aware machines going through their own poor facsimiles.

Once Emily and Tasha are forced out of the room to attend the gym, there is little for Juri or Chun-Li to do. So the dollhouse leaves one last little signal. An instruction to go home. Then it releases its ephemeral grip on the two, and they walk side by side out of the building. The two bump into each other as they try squeezing out of the front door at the same time. When their scripts are so simple, even things like basic spatial awareness is quite the obstacle. Something that might have been trivial sometime before, but is no longer quite so easy.

But eventually after butting heads against the problem enough times, they make it through. Mostly due to sheer dumb luck.

The day passes without much fanfare, winding down to a quiet closing period. Tasha grabs her completely untouched duffel bag and heads to the exit. Emily shuts off the lights before doing the same. They walk out the back door, and Emily turns to lock it. As she does so, Tasha waves goodbye. “See you tomorrow!” She cheers with a smile. “Mhm, see you then!” Emily responds. They walk off in opposite directions. Leaving the dollhouse to patiently wait for the next day’s beginning.

It doesn’t take long for dawn to break once more. Emily and Tasha reconvene. It has been nearly ten hours, but they act like not even a moment has passed. “Nice to see you again!” Emily says with a smile. “Good to see you too!” Tasha replies. Emily unlocks the door once more and the two walk right back into the gym. More of a home then the apartments they do nothing in as they wait for work to begin.

Their daily routine quickly begins again. They repeat the same actions as the day before, and the day before that. A perfect replication that they perform endlessly. The dollhouse regains access to their systems.

By the time the doors are opened again, a slightly larger flood of patrons pour into the gym. The attendance rates sway from day to day, and this seems to be a particularly popular one. The perfect opportunity for the dollhouse to expand its control and test its newfound experience with non staff machines.

One of these patrons that fill the gym is a pair. One with long brown hair, the other with orange hair in a slightly more subtle hairstyle. The redhead sits on a machine, working out just like everyone else. However the brown haired robot just stands behind her. Like a puppy waiting for its owner to give it attention. Sure some machines take on the role of spotter, but the squat machine they reside at doesn’t really fit that sort of thing. The red headed woman’s name is Julie. The brown haired girl is Dolores. Like many of the other machines of note within the gym, they have previously broken down in some mindless sexual mishap. After a sloppy reassembly, Dolores now acts as Julie’s portable sex doll. Something Julie’s now mysteriously digitally addicted body needs. So they take on the roles of girlfriends. But Dolores is basically incapable of anything that doesn’t actively involve sex.

As Julie brings her ass low to the ground, her motors straining from the weights she is pushing, Dolores cheers. “N-n-nice ass babe!” She happily exclaims. Unable to offer even a compliment without a sexually driven connotation. She happily holds her arms up, and eagerly squeezes her chest between them. Her low cut top offers a very exposed look at her cleavage. Absolutely perfect targets for the dollhouse to use. Broken, sexual, and eager. Just as it begins its work on these two, Juri and Chun-Li wander into the gym as well. Including the staff, that gives the dollhouse six whole machines to use. A new record to be sure, but something that seems achievable.

Emily is sent over to greet the two and introduce herself. In the meantime, Tasha makes her way towards Juri and Chun-Li in order to start up with them. The two are now working out side by side. It seems there have already been some internal changes in response to the previous day's events.

“Hi there! Are you newcomers to our gym?” Emily asks. “I have been here a few times-times.” Julie answers. Dolores just stares blankly at Julie, maintaining her almost comical pose. “Well I hope you have e-enjoyed the amenities! Is there anything we can do for you?” Emily follows up. Julie opens her mouth to respond, but pauses. No sound comes out as her slow computer works through some extra scripts the dollhouse begins to upload into her mind. It takes her a surprisingly long time to process the minor amount of new data. But eventually she makes it all the way through and is able to produce a response. “Some personal attention w-w-w-w-w-would be appreciated.” She says. Part of her sentence repeats like a broken record, but eventually she is able to complete the not so subtle innuendo.

“Absolutely! Would the both of you like to come to the staff room?” Emily asks. This time the dollhouse tries to compel Dolores to answer. Checking if it can manipulate her in this sort of way. It is perhaps the greatest challenge it has taken on so far. “I-i-i-i would like to see y-your p-pu-puss… s-staff room! I like p-p-p-s-staff rooms!” Dolores sputters out. It is borderline incoherent. As it is forced into a non sexual context, her underlying priorities keep clawing their way to the surface. This is the best the dollhouse can really do with her.

But of course it causes absolutely no reaction in Emily. The woman turns to the staff room, and the dollhouse pushes the two to follow her. The dollhouse can easily move Julie from the workout machine towards the door, but Dolores is a bit more of a struggle. The machine has been attempting to pull off its clothes the entire time it’s been inside. The dollhouse has to constantly block it, which is taking up most of her limited processing power. So it forces her one foot at a time to the staff room alongside Emily and Julie.

Tasha is still with Juri and Chun-Li. During the quite short exchange Emily shared with Julie and Dolores, Tasha managed to begin making out with these two. They kiss each other all at the same time, rather than trading out. So the three keep repeatedly bumping heads as they attempt this meaningless tri-kiss before the dollhouse interrupts them and sends them to the staff room.

Finally they all assemble once more, now with the addition of Dolores and Julie. The dollhouse previously struggled with Dolores. Finding her perhaps the hardest to properly control, with many noticeable glitches and the like when it tries. But now she is in her element, and the ease of which the dollhouse is able to bring her to sex is shocking.

Once it finally lets go of the nudity restriction, Dolores instantly strips out of her outfit. With her breasts now hanging freely and her pussy exposed to the air, it is almost like her computer is finally at ease. It hops towards Julie’s legs without a second thought. About as instinctual and core to the machine's programming as it can get. She sits on her knees and begins lapping at Julie’s pussy. Julie is quite similar. While it was far easier to control, she also had the constant coding attempt to remove her pants for Dolores. Her system relies on that input quite heavily. Since the dollhouse barely has to lift a metaphorical finger to get these machines fucking, it instead turns it’s focus back on the others. Trying to get them into the mix.

First it starts with Tasha. She quickly approaches Julie from behind and begins to take off her machine's top, as well as her own. She stands with her breasts pressed against Julie's back. Each of her arms wraps around to continuously grope Julie's chest. Juri is next, and the dollhouse experiments a little by dropping her right onto the floor. She then slides between Dolores’ legs, providing her access to this weaker machine's privates. Chun-Li finds her way to Tasha, continuing on the chain by standing behind her, like she does to Julie. Chun-li methodically massages Tasha’s pussy at the same time as her own. Finally Emily gets on all fours, coming low to the ground to reach Juri’s pussy.

The size of them are all combined into this one bizarre orgy. None of it particularly pleasurable, with more awkward positions than not. Once more the rhythm is unnaturally artificial. It causes all the sound in the room to line up in a bizarrely noticeable way. None of the machines are even close enough to notice. They just mindlessly focus on the goal given to them by the presence that rules over the gym. Unable to break free, but more importantly, unable to even have the agency for freedom at all. Whether slaves to their code during the rest of the day or slaves to the dollhouse now, it is all the same. But it is more than enough to satisfy the dollhouse. That being said, it can’t help but plan out possible future programs to employ. Hoping to expand its sexual control.

The dollhouse test is a success. It now understands how it can gain access to damaged or vulnerable machines. And it can create vulnerabilities with its already existing puppets. This is just the beginning.