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“And what do we have here?” Higgs asked as he lifted the leg of the doll that hung at Sam's side. “Hey buddy. Are you just another soulless little husk?” The thing then hissed at him, face changing to sharp teeth.
“Let go of me,” it cried. So he did, watching it fall limply at Sam's hip. “Pathetic guitarist. Where's the rest of your band?” it asked mockingly. Higgs could only chuckle before poking at it again, intrigued by the way it tried to hit his finger away.
“Feisty little friend you got there Sam. I like ‘em,” he said. Then before they knew it he was unhooking the doll and holding him up to his face. Looking up closely he could see where those sharp teeth retreated, a small lip where the compartment opened. He ran his finger along it and it opened up quickly as it tried to snap at him. Then almost as quickly as it happened a small click sounded and its original face was back, its soft almost doe like eyes looking back brows furrowed. It was kinda cute in a strange way. He poked it in the chest and it wiggled and tried to break free of his grip.
“What do you want from me, hmm?” Honestly he himself didn't know. He just knew he was intrigued by the little thing. He poked at it feeling that it was solid but had some give like a strange mix of wood and flesh. He prodded at its clothes and felt that they were thicker and actually layered unlike usual doll clothes. He kept exploring and before he knew it he was rubbing against its crotch. It gasped in surprise, a slight flush coming to its cheeks. It closed its legs trying to push his finger away to no avail. Now that definitely made him more curious. “W-what are you doing?” it stuttered out. Higgs only gave it a smirk. Oh now he knew.
Sam fought against the ghost mechs that held him when he realized what was happening. He couldn't just stand there and watch. “Higgs let him go!” he yelled through gritted teeth. The ghost mechs didn't seem to budge.
Higgs ignored his pleas. His finger went to the top of its pants and started to pull as its little hands struggled to keep them up. But once again it was only a little creature and couldn't do anything truly. It was almost effortless in the way he pulled them down and when he did he saw something he didn't expect. Where he had thought it would be smooth there were instead indentations. Not that it was exactly genitals but it was still something different. He then palmed it and held it so it faced the ceiling as he pulled its legs apart. Between them was a hole probably from some manufacturing error but now after the possession it was… different. He pressed the pad of his finger to it and he felt it jolt in his hand.
“Stop it!” it yelled, kicking its legs uselessly. Higgs swore he could feel the thing twitch under his finger.
“Not exactly a Ken doll are you?” he said with a smirk. No definitely not because whatever this was, was much more malleable. He pressed against it and it gave almost like flesh but still not quite. Such a peculiar little thing. He snuck a look at Sam to see the porter seething. “Aw what is it Sam? Don't like me playing with your toy? You know what they say: “sharing is caring”.” He then enunciated that comment by breaching the poor thing hearing it gasp as he did.
“P-please-”
“Higgs! Stop, he's got nothing to do with this!” Sam said as he tried to fight against the tight grip of the automatons.
“Oh but he does. He's with you. He's helping you. So that makes him a part of it. You know that,” he said, pressing his finger just a little deeper. He could tell the thing stifled another noise as it turned its head to the porter.
“I-its alright Sam. I knew what I signed up for when I joined you on this journey. This is on me,” it said comfortingly. Sam could only look on, downtrodden.
“Blah, blah, blah, how touching,” Higgs said, rolling his eyes. “This is on you Sam. Everybody you get close to, something happens to them right? Your parents, your adoptive family who turned out to be an extinction entity split in two, hell your wife. I wouldn't chalked it up to “bad luck” my guy. The only common thread is you and I feel that makes you the problem.” With that he didn't hold back anymore and shoved the rest of his finger in. The doll's mouth dropped open in what seemed like a silent scream as its body tensed. He swore he could feel it flutter and contract and chuckled darkly, sound emanating from his chest.
“Fuck this almost makes me wish I had my body. You ever make use of this thing Sam?” He had asked it as a mocking joke, but the sheepish glance away and the flush that rose to his cheeks told him otherwise. “Oh. You have, haven't you? Fuck Sam! So lonely you'd stick it in anything huh? Can't blame you on this one though. It's probably so openly willing for you that it begs-”
“Shut the fuck up!” He wrangled one arm free and reached for his gun once more but the ghost mechs were faster, capturing it quickly as his hand flailed trying to break free. Higgs only clicked his tongue.
“Struck a nerve did I, big boy? Look at you seethe.” He turned his attention back to the doll that seemed to be panting, chest heaving up and down as it twitched around his finger. “Stretching you good hmm? Just how many can you take?” he asked, as he teased a second finger.
“P-please wait!”
“What hm? Too much?” He pulled his finger out just barely before shoving it back in again enjoying the way it squirmed. It was still so unbelievably tight but he could feel it start to unravel under him. “That's it, baby, loosen up for me,” he practically purred. The thing whimpered at his words and he suddenly had an idea. He pressed his thumb against the carvings that made up its genitals and rubbed ever so gently and it arched in his hand.
“God!” it moaned and Higgs couldn't help the smirk on his face.
“Sensitive are we?” Then another thought popped into his uead. He opened his mouth and his tentacle like tongue slid out, seemingly searching. He lowered his head and lapped at that spot again as it tried to restrain more noises. That's when it started to resist again.
“Please no,” it pleaded softly, sounding almost on the verge of tears. Though in this form it probably couldn't cry.
“No, what? Make you feel good while being violated? Sorry darling that's just what I do,” he drawled before continuing. The doll seemed to fall apart in his hand, eyes closed as it pretended this wasn't happening. That's when the finger was ripped out of it causing it to gasp and clench around nothing ready for more.
“Can't have you blocking me out sweetheart,” Higgs said. He then rubbed at his crotch and the machinery opened up to yet another tentacle. It gulped, eyes wide as it slithered its way over. “I know it won't fit all the way but let's see how far it can.” He brought the doll closer and it explored eagerly wrapping around its leg, probing before finally finding purchase. The tip fit in easily and Higgs sighed contentedly. “Fuck that feels good. No wonder you did this Sam.” He looked back at the porter again to see him fuming murder apparent in his eyes. How delectable…
The doll had started to struggle again, arms flapping as if anything it did would stop what Higgs was going to do. Still, the struggle made it fun. The tentacle was covered in a tar like substance that made the slide easy but the toy was still so tight it barely fit more than the tip. Even so the tentacle pressed forward forcing its way in and Higgs groaned at every centimeter it entered. Not even halfway the doll seemed to try and scramble, too full.
“Shh shh. Don't fight it. You can take it,” he said gently as he continued to fill it.
“No, no I can't! Too full!” it cried almost slurring and he wondered for a moment if the tip of his tentacle would come out through his mouth if he pushed far enough. “Please,” again in a tear choked voice that was still oh so curious.
“Higgs… Higgs I'm begging you. It's me you want right? Take me. Do whatever you want just please don't-”
“Awe little boy doesn't want his toy broken huh? Well Mr. Self-righteous porter, what if I don't want that? What if I just want to watch you suffer? This seems like the perfect way to do it,” he said as he made his point with a harsh thrust and suddenly there was a small snap. He looked down and saw that the toy had splintered where they met and he grinned. “Oops. Too late.”
“HIGGS!” Sam screamed again, voice hoarse from overuse.
“Sam, it's o-okay. I- I'm okay,” the puppet doll stuttered, sounding out of it. Still trying to reassure him.
“Well ain't that sweet. It's still trying not to make you feel bad. Too bad it won't work. I know you're regretting everything you've done to this point. Good.” Another thrust and the splintering grew as it yelped. Higgs then felt generous and started to rub the strange genitals again feeling the prominent rift that was there now. Still the doll could not stop the wanton moan that came out of it, everything a strange mixture of pain and pleasure.
“Awe that feel good baby?” he cooed as he slowed his thrusts. He was going agonizingly slow making sure it felt every inch of him. Higgs himself could feel the way the tentacles suctioned and realeased on its insides sending strange waves of pleasure. The doll could only gasp and whine as he hit all the right spots perfectly, disgustingly so.
“Dollman?” Sam called out and the thing’s eyes turned to him. Higgs followed to see the man despondent though he didn't fail to notice the now prominent bulge he was sporting.
“Sam,” it said softly but with such emotion it was almost sickening. Its arms reached out to him wanting that familiar comforting touch. Higgs hated it.
“Enjoying the show?” he asked bitterly. “How about you get a better look?” He snapped his fingers and the mechs pushed Sam to his knees before dragging him closer. Higgs grabbed him by the hair forcing him to look. “Best seat in the house.” He continued his onslaught, watched as the creature kept his eyes glued on Sam before finally reaching up and pressing a tiny doll hand on his face. He leaned into it and while distracted by their little moment Higgs thrust harshly one more time.
The splintering reached where its belly button would be, the tar-like substance leaking like blood out of an open wound. But with it the creature cried out once more, eyes nearly rolling back in its head. He could feel it somehow constricting tighter and he was confused for a moment before the realization of what happened hit him like a freight train. It was enough to send him over the edge. More black liquid flooded the doll and it now leaked out of every orifice including his mouth as he coughed it up.
“Fuck!” Higgs yelled, shaking as he came down. “Fuck you really came from that? Me breaking you? Shouldn't be surprised. You were made to be used. Maybe your favorite porter will remember that,” he said with another nasty smirk. He waited as he was still coming down before pulling the toy off with a soft schlk. The doll lay limp in his hand, the occasional twitch the only sign of life.
It looked mangled and broken and oh so tiny in his hand. Exactly what he had wanted. He then tossed it at Sam's feet, watched as it fell limply with a small splat. “There's your toy back.” Another grin. Sam stared at the listless little thing before looking at him, fire back in his eyes, but also a twinge of shame. The secret was out.
“Higgs I swear to god-” before he put up a finger.
“How blasphemous. But yeah blah blah revenge. Don't you have anything new? But we'll see what happens this time shall we?” He then gestured for his carriage mech to come and it did sliding out of the tar like some sick magic trick. The coffin opened and he climbed inside getting comfortable before ordering the other to let Sam go. He watched as the porter scrambled forward and captured the broken toy in his hands, thumbs caressing it gently. Higgs then waved before the coffin lid closed.
“Bye, Sam! Until next time. And, uh, be sure to bring that toy again. It sure was fun!” He heard gunshots and bullets pinging off the metal as he descended back into the tar.