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**A Runaway Slave's End

By: VeronicaFoxx

For: technophile91

"Y'know, I was gonna bring you back, but you just had to go and piss me off, didn't you?" the Lopunny slavecatcher inquired rhetorically.

The Guilmon doll knew that no response would make a difference. It had been a mistake to attack. She should have known better. Even after replacing the fake plastic claws with surgical steel, she should have known better. Slavecatchers were amongst the elites, faster and stronger than the average animatron, upgraded with the best parts that could be found. The only ones better were the personal guards of the warlord from whom she had tried to escape.

"Nothing to say for yourself?" the Lopunny taunted. "No last pleas for mercy? No begging for your life? Ha! Not that it would do you any good. But... I might be persuaded to bring you back in one... well, a few pieces but back. You're going to have to do a few things to convince me, though."

The Guilmon tried to crush the spark of hope that rose up, but that was a hard thing to do now that she'd tasted freedom once more. Where there was life, there was opportunity. Still, she hesitated, clutching at the stump of her left arm, severed in her attempted ambush. Slavers in general were cruel and twisted, but the slavecatchers were the worst.

"What... what do you want me to do?" the Guilmon inquired.

"A few things... First of all, hold out your arm. Out to your side. And stand very still for me, or you're going to get a lot worse than I'm about to give you."

The Guilmon shut her eyes and groaned, running through the calculations quickly once more and still coming up with a negative output. She had barely 10% charge left and no definite source of a recharge. The small solar strip she had stolen during her escape had been lost along with her left arm, and the Lopunny was faster than her on top of that, easily fast enough to catch her if she ran now. It had been a severe mistake to enter the storm drain, leaving her with nothing but a long pipe stretching in either direction and no cover, no other route to flee, no place to hide. She didn't have any other choice if she wanted any hope of surviving this.

She kept her eyes closed as she held her right arm out to the side, perpendicular to her body. Even despite her determination, she couldn't help but flinch when she heard the soft splashing pats of the rabbit Pokemon's paws dashing towards her, then came the searing jolt. She staggered to the side and fell into the muddy trickle along the bottom of the pipe, attempting to clutch at her right shoulder with the stump of the other arm.

Sparks fizzled momentarily and liquids spurted before her systems caught up and shut off the flow of electrons, lubricants, and hydraulic fluid. The Loppuny had taken her entire right arm off, leaving only a slightly diagonal jut of synthflesh and plastic. She looked up at the rabbit standing over her with its improvised halberd, a six-inch metal rod with a scalpel blade affixed to the tip.

"Couldn't have you trying to attack me again, could I?" the slavecatcher smirked. "It wouldn't look very good if I came back with more than one set of marks on me. Now... I don't think that's quite enough, do you? You did run, after all, and I don't feel like chasing after you again. So, why don't you just lay on back and hold up one of those legs, hm? Oh, and keep your eyes open this time, or I'm going to gouge those out next, the hard way."

The Guilmon couldn't stop the whimper that escaped her. An armless slave was one thing. An armless slave could still haul things, pull things, push things. It was harder, but it could be done. A legless slave, or a hobbled one, was another story. Those were given the worst kind of jobs, mostly serving the upper tiers directly, and treated the worst, kept alive only to prolong their torment. But... but... it was better than nothingness, than being deactivated and scrapped for parts.

She lay back, and lifted a leg, preemptively deactivating her sensors in the limb and shutting down all flow to it after locking it in place. She would rather it not hurt. The Lopunny took a step back and swung her weapon back up over her shoulder, holding it there as she glared at the Guilmon, making sure her eyes stayed open. The Guilmon couldn't help but flinch at the test swing that came down, stopping shy of actually hitting her, and the Pokemon cackled wickedly enough to fit the grin she wore.

Then came the real blow, snapping off the limb just above the knee. It tumbled away down the pipe for a little ways before falling still in the fetid muck. The Guilmon watched it go and felt a miserable despair begin creeping upon her. She glanced back up at the slavecatcher to find impatient gestures being directed her way.

"Now the other one, idiot!"

"You're... going to carry me back?" the Guilmon wondered. "I... I can still hop like this, at least. I can use my tail for balance and reset my gyro."

"Your gyro is a piece of shit to begin with, you discount, bargain bin, piece of trash. Now get that leg up, or I'm gonna put this thing straight through your cpu!"

With a sigh, she lifted her remaining limb, locking it in place and cutting the feeds to it, not even flinching when it was severed, leaving her nothing but a torso, head, and tail. Then the Lopunny pounced on her, spearing the scalpel head straight into her chest, and she cried out as circuits fizzled and half of her body went dead before backup feeds restored battery power. That only made it hurt worse, of course, and she missed what the slavecatcher was saying until the bunny slapped her to regain her attention.

"Now, I know that in you garbage models, that your pleasure and pain motivators are right next to the battery," it said. "I'm pretty sure I know which one I just took out. But, you've still got a chance to live through this. I'm going to keep cutting, but in the meanwhile..." The Guilmon felt a stab from her groin as a pair of digits slipped into her, silken pads feeling like sandpaper against her rubber walls, especially without lubricant. "If you can cum for me before I can rip out your battery, I'll bring you home to be my little painslut for as long as you keep running. If not... well, at least you'll provide a few useful parts."

Even with the lubricant that she frantically shunted in, the fingers that dug into her still scraped and dug and abraded like they were files sanding down every surface. The halberd blade dug downward, towards her stomach, singing her circuits with further blackouts and power jumps, leaking fluids causing even more problems as they allowed crosscurrents to spark. She couldn't even shut down her pain motivator entirely, because she knew that the Lopunny would just kill her outright if it didn't look like it was hurting her.

With a flash of inspiration, she began working on a code fragment, trying to reverse engineer the pain motivator's input but keep the same output. She would still look like she was in agony, but it would give her pleasure instead. She might have been able to do so if not for the rabbit stabbing its weapon into her lower abdomen, below her main battery, bursting her fluid reservoirs. The sudden gush over her circuits caused a power surge that nearly sent her into a factory reset.

When the hash of interference and false data had cleared from her buffers, the slavecatcher had already moved to cutting through her upper chest. She was barely able to function, nearly all of her power connections severed, and everything that was left feeding through her pain motivator.

"Please..." she managed, her voice fuzzed with static and coming out as tinny as one of those poor rebuilds. "I'll be your painslut, just take me back."

"Mmmmm... no, I think I'll have more fun taking you apart."

The Lopunny jammed her entire fist into the Guilmon's rubberized cunt, sending a jolt of fire through her, and stabbed her halberd down a final time. All sensation ended, all pain, all feeling of touch at all. The surviving inputs had nothing to feed to, but it still hurt somehow when the Lopunny ripped her battery free and held it up in front of her, leering down. As the last few electrons traced through her cpu, all she could do was regret that stupid ambush. Then darkness closed in, and she was nothing.**

The End