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His ears picked up her anguished cries as she yelled out its name in the dark dense forest. Shouting her lungs out would only place her farther away from her doll, M3GAN. Since it informs him of her vicinity. This time, Brandon's love for bullying has reached new heights. Listening to Cady scream and beg for her stupid toy to return was swell. The fact that he didn't even have to get physical with her and still hear her wail as if he did made it more jovial. And to top it off, it'd saved him the troubles of teachers disciplining him. Wrapped between one of his arms, was M3GAN, and was she a heavy thing, quite the weight coming from a 4-foot-sized toy figure. This makes sense, as Cady explained before, M3GAN isn't just a toy; she is an actual robot comprised of metal. How could Cady be given such a toy at such a young age. It would be silly to think how she'd handle it? Have her in one of her boring tea parties—such an embarrassing spot for a robot to be in. M3GAN-type things are for big kids, like him, who knows how to make the best of them. Since that little brat was determined on finding him, the entire time, Brandon had been running. When he grabbed M3GAN and headed off, he was already fatigued from leaping over overgrown tree roots and brushing past fern obstacles. He knew this was an energy-consuming effort and that he shouldn't be using this much energy considering that he still needs to go back, but once he is alone and can play with his stolen doll, everything will be worthwhile.
Behind the hilly soil formation up ahead, Cady emerged calling M3GAN's name. Out of desperation, Brandon rounded a tree to hide. She doesn't seem to have noticed him doing it. He snickered sinister-like, knowing he had lost her once again, and peered enough to see her run by. Weak afternoon rays grew dimmer as he shuffled his way deeper into the woods. Sooner or later, heart pulsing with fatigue and recovery, he came across a clearing enclosed by a circle of trees. The entire area shaded out of sight. Believing the surrounding canopy would shield him from Cady's view, he stopped running at last.
With some time alone, Brandon dropped M3GAN on the floor of piling autumn leaves, feeling light and relaxed. "Hi, M3GAN," he said hello—his greeting came off more as a quip than a genuine introduction. The doll didn't say anything and glared at him with an expressionless face. The more Brandon looked, something uncanny seemed to derive from her dead stare; he knew she wasn't real, but her features... She was so lifelike that, in hindsight, she appeared to be a corpse and was staring at him as if he had committed the murder. "Oh! so you're not going to play with me?" Brandon scoffed. Then, he piled on top of M3GAN and said, "you don't want to play, huh?," slapping her in the face as he let all his anger over being ignored or being a bully, hoping it to do something, like flip a switch or something, but as usual, the attack left the doll unfazed. "Psh! I don't care. You're a stupid rubber doll with fake hair." To prove a point, he pulled a few pieces of the doll's hair. Horror, however, struck. M3GAN was rigid for a second, and the next, she had seized his arm , squeezing it with a force he never imagined would come from a girlish toy. Her face went from blank to animated. He was forced to face this anomaly as the agitated M3GAN pulled him closer. Chills spread throughout his body, unsure of what to do in that situation. His once-dominant demeanor vanished, leaving him a shell of his former self who was struggling from pissing himself out of fear. To make matters worse, a second form of retaliation embroiled pinching his ears. It was then that he finally heard himself as a scared little boy. "Ow! Let go!"
"You need to learn some manners, Brandon," an angry, scolding form of speech came out of M3GAN's lips. "You know what happens to bad boys that don't mind their manners? They grow up to be bad men!" She started pulling the ridge of the boy's ear, stretching it until it went horrifyingly deformed. Brandon's nerves went crazy, and his brain received nothing except excruciating pain. Through his ripping ear, he could hear his pathetic prepubescent cries cracking, shifting from high pitch to deep. He let everything out, everything from a side of himself that he's oblivious it existed, he should be ashamed of himself for this—how pitiful! His ego suffered a severe blow. His voice sounded funnier than the cries of the younger kids he'd bullied, and he began to internally curse himself for his behavior. Soon, with force to suffice, she had his ear torn off. It was the worst pain Brandon had ever experienced in his life. Warm blood gushed out that was beyond stoppable. But on the positive note, that freed him away from M3GAN's wrath.
M3GAN began to stand up off the ground, the joints in her metallic structure articulating with creaking noises. She stood , brows robotic sloped to convey a furious expression. With a quick inspection at the severed ear, she tossed it aside, oblivious to the suffering it caused to get it, then went back to the bully, who was now leaning against a tree. One second she would be standing, and the next she would be on top of the boy.
As M3GAN remained pinned to him, Brandon wrestled helpless on the ground. He felt every weight M3GAN applied to him; sheer weight doubled from activation. He was able to throw his arms at her, jutting them out to push her, but when hers met his, she pinned them both to the ground. He was stuck. Then, the horrifying scene got worse as she started straddling him, she's straddling him! His soft, terrified penis roughly caressed as she kneaded it with her crotch. Eyes broadening as the revelation of what was happening seemed to hit him . He clenched his lips into a scared whimper and forced himself to breath through his inflamed nostrils.
"What are you doing! Stop it! Stop it!" with a perplexed howl, Brandon attempted to wrench away but was unable to do so.
"Fun fact, did you know that rape is one of the most humiliating things that could happen to a person, Brandon?" M3GAN cooed, grinding him even faster now. "Another fun fact, it will also serve as your punishment. Assuming you still don't know it yet." She saw red blooming on Brandon's plump face. She must have done a good job. "I felt you twitching, Brandon. Does it feel good?"
"Shut up!" snarled Brandon, despite his cock getting fuller and fuller, he still managed to sound tough. His face began to leak tears—tears that holds all humiliation, pain and anger that boils inside him, components she caused. He looked at her. Her back arched, stiff features gazed up, pulling her head back as if she, forsooth, felt, savored every rapture her molestation gave, her hair swaying along with her torso while she undulated. Is it possible that she felt something out of this. It was so wrong to see a robot act like this, to act so debauched. How can she kept a straight face with all this, to think this is normal.
"My sensors shows that you're indeed loving this, Brandon," informed M3GAN, now bent close to her victim's face, letting him take all her mockery. She watch him turn his head in embarrassment. "You can't lie your way out of this. Your face and genital says it all. You like having a robot masturbate you, don't you?"
"NO! Shut up! get off me!" Brandon sobbed as he noticed his body had begun to betray him. He tried to push himself against the restraints, so desperate, but it was ineffective. Despite his strength, he could not compete with the machine's authority, added the fatigue he'd got from running. He cast a quick glance at M3GAN, who returned a smile when she saw him doing it. After that, with an increase pleasure, he felt her press harder on his shaft, squeezing him. The pressure increasing heaviness and his penis reacting to it. He could sense the lumps of precum inside his mass spiking, pushed out of his slit with each scrunch from her groin. The sensation of her caressing him harder got him fully erect, palms forming fists upon the mossy soil, lust growing in every part of his body. To his surprise, he felt it—that recognizable shiver, he was going to cum. Yet, she stopped. It was a peaceful feeling, but was also frustrating as his buildup ended so abrupt as he was getting ready to let it all out. It hurt, left starved of stimulation, his penis mindlessly pulsing, twitching, nothing would come out, it couldn't do it by itself. The moment she stood, the outline of his bulge became apparent, rising slow once M3GAN left it; his pants completely stained with his precum.
"Oh my, you've soiled yourself, Brandon," M3GAN snided. "but don't think playtime's over," she crouch over his legs, trying to undress him.