I had no idea how incredibly I had fucked up.

Like I always do.

—-

The Machine didn't want to spit me out. It knew.

I thought we were playing. As soon as I was awake I saw Marion through the glass, and I pushed in, mashing my big ivory tits against the green tube, scrubbing the fluid around with my tits like a horny teen at a car wash.

Funny. I don't know about cars, but I remember that.

My amazing tongue is lolling around, licking the glass, humping the tube as My Captain watches.

She's excited, I'm excited, and Black Lady template, it turns out, makes EVERYbody horny.

Templates. Templates.

Base Human takes a template. That's how I did it.

I started with… Dicks and Bimbos. It made things worse, until The Club got things on a wobbly keel.

So many more now.
Black Lady.
Lemon Alien.
Sweetie Sleeves are suddenly becoming fashionable.
Nadine Cow. V1 V2 V3 - she has a V4? I haven't seen that yet.

But it's a template.

Marion, Nadine, Kau, me… We tried it once. All Nadine, then all Black Lady, then all Captain…

You can tell. We all got squeezed out the same nozzle. We're all cows, goth bimbos, busty amazon leaders, whatever.

But she is Marion and she is Kaugurl and she is Nadine and I am…

… I am…
>>Caitlynn

Yes. I am Caitlynn. No matter who I get turned into. By template or blade.

Fuck. I need a fuck.

Anyhow.

Marilyn has to hit the emergency release. We didn't know why. Not until…

>>MuCh CrYiNg.
>>Terror, girlie. Ya did it.
>>wE aLl nEeDeD tO rEmEmBeR.
>>Moooo…
>>nOoOo pReTtY cOw. wE aRe SaFe NoW. I hAvE fInGeRs aGaIn. ShOw mE yOuR bRuSh…
>>Moo!


… You don't need to use the voice.

>>dRaMaTiC eFfEcT. fOr ThEm.


… Fine.

>>cAtHaRsIs. lEt iT oUt.

… Fuck.

Marion catches me. There's kissing. There's squeezing. But there's too much to do.

We think we're smiling, but we're leering.
>>lIkE wE dId.
Yeah. Doldrums Mania.

I.. I can remember the whoop. We were laughing, we were happy, we were wired. She spun me around her strong arm, tossed me up, caught me. She brought me down in Service Wedges.

… So many things blur. Thousands of years. Twiddling templates.

Anyhow. Nobody can walk without a minimum six inch heel now.

Except the dicks, but…

She wraps me in my labcoat, my fingers scurry down the buttons. I get the last one above my knee and bounce up again.

"I'm gonna SCIENCE the FUCK outta this."

Four buttons pop off the long coat, flaunting the full depth of my ivory cleavage.

I don't care. We're grinning like loons.

It turns into a blur here. I mean, I met Frazzle and I won't tell you anything about her today.

Marion was checking on me every day but it was a blur. I don't remember her there at all, she says I was babbling to her every time she came in.

I didn't get fucked ONCE and I didn't CARE.

Millennia of us rebuilding our ship. Over and over. Fixing. Improving.

Cock in our mouth, knife in one hand, but… Some kind of learning metaphor object in the other
>>Moo!
>>YeS!
Yeah I need a fuck soon.

We never looked ONCE at the machine.
>>We KNEW ya silly…
… Yeah.

I created a device. With all our technology.

The Machine made us… In order of queue. It takes a week to build a body, once it pulls your mind up. You wait a long, long time.

… Mine spits you out in ten seconds as soon as your head goes in the hopper. No grinders, just the orange-blue glow of the annihilation field.

We have limits on matter, of course. One body in means one needs to be in the chute.

Agri means we have a bounty on our hands. Three watermelons was enough to prime it, my insane test never went under a half-body at the ready.

Fuck. Fuck, the test.

The Red Lady was… Well, she let us use The Club, to be inside its field.

I think she hoped we'd learn. We didn't.

Doldrums psychosis hits hard. We were all lunatics by then.

The ones who hadn't gone Cold by now were putting up more lights back by the club, we put up last week's heads again (Minus the brains, out the ears…), encouraging us to go kill it out before it spilled into the streets.

It's still… There's The Club. And then everything else, with its back to it.

Christ. Skip to the fun part.

>> rEaDyYyYyY?
>> OKAY!
>> MOO!

… They're all me but they're teasing me.

>> i.. WaNt tO wEaR tHe CoStUmE aGaIn. BeTtEr tHaN hOoKs.

Christ. We were all manic.

What I promised them had everyone… Just fucking oozing candy-coated lube down our thighs.

The red drapes were covered up. Marion and Nadine and Kau had memories of Before, long before.

Grass with white chalk lines, bright lights shining down. Rows and rows of seating all around. We could hear the cheering in our heads, though it was only us there.

I don't… I made that fucking thing and I was a horny loon when I did.

It knows one template.

Hell, it dresses you when it prints you.

I made it in the shape of a black coffin, lined with red velvet.

I fucking spring-loaded it, even. Get out, someone's behind you!

There were ten- Eleven of us. Myself, Marion, Nadine, Kau, two of her new Cows, and five of the maids. I never know their names, I think that's the point.

All of us in Black Lady template. All of us deathly white. Not Marion, she's always delicious chocolate.

Black wedge sneakers, black socks to our crotches, red stripes. A tiny fringe of black skirt brushing the top of our hips, our asses, covering nothing. A high necked black sweater, long sleeves, red at our throat and wrists and at the bottom edge where it stops at our armpits. High pigtails or ponytails in long riser tubes, "GRAB HERE" written in red letters on the black.

Twenty two heaving round tits, twenty two heaving lungs, eleven thundering hearts.

All with one insane grin.

Collective, insane lunacy.

I had no idea how bad this was going to backfire.

The coffin was behind us as we stood in a triangle. I was lead.

Just around us, the ring began to turn. Ten automatic guillotines.

I could hear the -shink-shunk- -shink-shunk- as the blades dropped and recoiled when they passed behind us.

Two dicks at the ready by each rig. We'd picked out our favourites.

Ten stations, twenty dicks revolving around eleven dripping cunts and drooling mouths, all desperate to die over and over.

I cocked my hips, one pompon snapping high, the other on my hip.

I leer into one of the waiting cameras.

Yeah we fucking… We fucking filmed it.

Christ. After we sorted ourselves out… We do it again, now and then.

"READYYYY?"
"OKAY!" ten voices called, the loud swish as they copied my pose.

We did the silly dance. The -shink-shunk- kept the beat as we sang our way into insanity.

"Head- OFF! Ass- UP! That's the way WE WANT TO FUCK! Now KILL ME! Hey! Hey! Now KILL ME! HEEYYY!"

I leapt on the last beat, the two dicks caught my ankles and carried me over. Neck dropped down in the half-lunette, no time to mess with the top lock. No supports. Just a hatch below me, closed for now.

One dick caught my Grab-Here handle and immediately started pounding down my throat, while the one behind caught my hips and hiked me up. He picked cunt and it was HUNGRY.

I tried to sing, just gargled as best I could.

We swung a quarter turn. Marion and Kau were loaded up and gurgling our stupid song as the wheel turned.

What the FUCK did we put in these dicks? This was amazing.

A quarter turn and my cunt and my gullet were already filled with one load. On cue, the one in back pulled out and hotdogged in my asscrack.

The one in my mouth pulled out just in time, pouring hot cum all over my face and tits, the hotdogger pumping jizz all over my back.

The one at my face shifted back a little, making room for the camera as I swung past.

I made a stupid happy face as the camera drank in the cum on my face, dripping off my swaying tits.

I was staring into the lens when the blade went -shink-shink-, down and back, and my head fell.

FUUUUUUCK yes.

I designed it right. Our heads dropped between the Dick's feet and rolled back. We got to look up and watch as they stuffed their cocks up our gargling gullets, held up our quivvering hips, fucked a few seconds more.

Three quarter rotation. They dropped my twitching body, hosing it down with cum as my body fell to its knees, cum-drenched tits squashing over my face.

Head off, ass up.

The camera caught what Marion had written on my back, drenched in a glaze of semen. Upside down, for just this pose.

FUCK THIS, with an arrow on my spine, pointing up to my ass.

CHOP THIS, with an arrow pointing down to my stump neck.

Then the hatch opened and my corpse dropped into the annihilation beam.

Thirty seconds to chop, fourty five to drop.

Ten seconds later the coffin sprang open and tossed me out, ready for another round, another in a parade of goth cheerleaders leering into the camera as we dance and sing down the ramp, leaping into the waiting grasp of the next set of dicks, neck dropped into the waiting, blood-drenched lunette, and then fucked for thirty seconds.

And then we died.

Over and over and over we died.

It was glorious and insane. We only kept up the chant for about four minutes before we gave up, but the music and cheering in the speakers kept playing as we performed to an empty room.

We rode that insane merry-go-round

For a half hour.

Even getting completely remade, over and over, the exhaustion catches up to us eventually.

The dicks finally stopped loading us back down the hatch.

The video of eleven headless corpses, all sitting spread-kneed and giant tits out, still bubbling cum and blood from our severed necks, a pyramid of our severed heads in front, all with insane, idiotic, fucked-stupid bimbo goths…

And then twenty dicks all hose us down with quarts of cum with every squirt, and leave us all sitting there, in the congealing puddle of cum and blood.

And we sit there for ten minutes, before a few giggling maids swish in from offscreen, leaking cum between legs and from happy mouths, one last treat for the twenty volunteers.

They use big wide shovels to shove us all into the gaping maw of The Machine, one big mess of insane suicidal fuckmeat.

It chokes on us, for a minute.

One maid lingers, looking down the chute, watching us get chewed, while the rest scamper off.

The lights narrow on her, watching in fascination.

And the Red Lady steps from the shadows, her shimmering sword slashing up between her legs.

She manages a little hop in surprise, her perfectly bisected halves slipping apart in midair and a spray of blood, before she topples in.

The Machine chews, then the hatch slams shut. The light goes out and the video ends.

… Fuuuuck. Fuck. Goddamn.

I need a towel.

I need to ride that fucking thing again.

I need you to think and realize -how bad I fucked up, here.-