1 Name: JD : 2008-06-15 14:55 [Del]
Frying Pan
By JD joandoe@gmail.com
Description: Five years after the events of Dragonball GT, 18-year-old Pan is brutally assaulted by a Wardroid built in the far future from parts of Giru.
Content Codes: Robot/F, rape, nc, snuff, vio, toys, pwp
Disclaimer: This story contains content that should not be read by people underneath the age of 21. It is 100% fiction and has no bearing on reality whatsoever. 100% fiction means real life rape is WRONG. The author does not condone illegal and immoral actions described. If you feel rape in the real world is a good thing, bend over in a prison and whistle dixie. While I'm disclaiming, racism, homophobia and other bigotry of any kind are also really fucking stupid. I don’t own any of Akira Toriyama’s characters and make no profit from this story. Please read the story codes above to ensure that you are not going to be offended by, or otherwise dislike, the content.
Additional Credit: Story requested by Psycho as part of the DSE (Story) Victim Exchange Program
In the distant future a terrible mistake was about to be made. Anti-Vitality Solutions Corporation was all set to begin the first live weapons test on their new wardroid, ZX-209. A gathering of military and corporate buyers were on site to see the test, and gasped appreciatively as the curtains on the viewing window opened to reveal the ‘droid. ZX-209 was a good three meters tall on telescoping legs, with a round smooth body with a ‘head’ on top. The head consisted of a flat faceplate with a red light glowing in the middle of a black circle, and could be withdrawn entirely into the body. The legs were the same, allowing ZX-209 to roll as a sphere if required. ZX-209 could also open numerous compartments on it’s body to produce new prehensile tube based limbs, weapons, equipment and also dynamically re-configure itself as needed.
The Anti-Vitality Solutions marketing executive told the honoured guests all this and more while listing the wardroid’s many advantages over their competitors. He didn’t tell them that parts of the programming and design had been cobbled from an obsolete droid called Giru, or that any unforeseen problems with this corner cutting could affect the entire ZX-209 line. Unlike Giru, ZX-209’s visible metal was not pale, but painted jungle khaki. The pain job glistened almost unnaturally, and even some of the hardened military buyers were a little unnerved. ZX-209 was almost much bigger and hardier than the small Giru had been.
“Now, while the ZX-209 wardroid can be used as an armoured infantry unit, the primary programming design has been towards shock and awe repression of guerrilla and civilian disobedience actions. With the old rules of war swept away in the Transcontinental Congress, we have programmed the ZX-209 to use the most ancient weapons of conquerors and oppressors: ZX-209 will make a fine display of violently sexually assaulting a captive - male or female – while torturing and killing them to quell resistance amongst the rest. Subjugation through rape and torture will make even the most hardened ‘fair pay’ revolt die down quickly and easily. Just look at our projections!”
No member of the audience was taken by surprise by the revelations. All of the large wardroid production facilities were working on shock and awe weapons designed to psychologically press the poorly armed rebels in the industrial zones into submission. A few of the audience were actively aroused, and privately decided that should they buy a consignment of the droids they would carefully choose the best targets. Nobody commented as a PA was pushed to her knees before her employer to provide additional stimulation during the demonstration.
They watched through the large viewing window as a thick blast door opened wide enough to push a gynoid into the testing arena. The gynoid’s metal skin was smoothly silver, curved like a well-stacked woman’s. Her face was carefully anonymous, and she possessed a mouth orifice, and vaginal and anal orifices. ZX-209 was remotely activated and began a live fire boot up sequence. It identified the viewing audience as a requirement for an optimal shock and awe operation, and then began target acquisition.
Thus, the terrible mistake was made.
Old files recovered from the Giru unit had become corrupted and cross-referenced with the targeting systems. ZX-209 ignored the gynoid’s (programmed) cowering routine and instead gathered information on a target identified by the designation Pan. The wardroid remotely accessed the Anti-Vitality Solutions Corporation network, and then the internet before the handlers had realised even there was an issue. They were more worried to notice they hadn’t wiped all of their semen from the gynoid’s chassis, and an obvious dribble was leaking from its crotch.
Accessing ancient records and ultra modern technology ZX-209 came to the logical conclusion that its target was hiding in another time zone. 0.035 seconds afterwards ZX-209 initiated a remote teleportation transfer to the temporal exploration unit at the new coastal campus of the University of Arizona (California was under the waves). A mere 0.02 seconds after that ZX-209 had programmed the space/time co-ordinates believed accurate and disappeared from that frame of reference. The calculations were inaccurate. It arrived five years later than the memory files indicates.
Pan was 18, and within a huge crowd of girls around the same age in a large semi-flagstoned courtyard. Educated to the same level as her, they were all human while she was one quarter Saiyan with all the powers and abilities it brought. In some ways, she hadn’t changed much since she was 13. She was still incredibly tomboyish, with shortly shorn black hair and a tight bandanna. She wore butch footwear compared to her more feminine friends, and while her red t-shirt was tight over her breasts, she would not wear a bra to push the c-cups up and out.
Her build would be described as wiry, with an athletic, even muscular, set to her arms, legs and lower torso. More than once, somebody who thought she was a man from behind had approached Pan. In the minutes before ZX-209 appeared from the distant future, Pan had been listening to the two girls closest to her talking. She had very definite feelings about the way they looked, talked and moved. In short, they made the tomboyish Pan wet down below. Still a virgin at 18, with no interest in boys, she was facing up to the idea she might have to marry or breed to carry on her family line. Hints had been dropped.
A warm wind rushed through the crowd of teen girls, causing heads to turn and conversation to momentarily cease. Then there was a flash of light and heat as energy backwash from the temporal journey of ZX-209 was released into the immediate vicinity. A small circle of girls were immediately badly burned and blinded, and fell screaming to the floor, clothes melted to charred flesh. The sick stench was blown across the crowd, and Pan felt her stomach turn. As her eyes adjusted back to the daylight, she recognised the influence of Giru on the wardroid’s head; the red-light ‘face’ was almost identical. The sight confused her, and Pan stood still even as the girl to the left wet her panties in fear.
The wardroid paused a moment, allowing terror to build. It identified members of the crowd as leaving the courtyard, and that this would weaken the shock and awe effect. Small compartments slid open, revealing machine gun barrels. ZX-209 fired suddenly, aiming low to disable witnesses and prevent escape. All around Pan 18-year old-girls screamed and fell as bullets tore through their leg muscles and shattered bones. The most unfortunate were also caught by ricocheted rounds, which slammed back up from the ground into stomachs and cunts. A thousand rounds a minute saw the entire crowd felled in seconds, and their discordant chorus of screams reached almost deafening levels.
Although Pan was only one quarter Saiyan, she was still of super human ability. As girls collapsed around her, she ran forward and jumped at the apparently homicidal machine. The force of the impact jarred her knee badly, and she landed poorly, twisting an ankle. Pan screamed out, and stumbled backwards. Fresh compartments slid open all over the khaki painted wardroid as ZX-209’s guns fell silent. Claw ended prehensile tubing tugged on Pan’s t-shirt, and then tore it from her frame.
The fabric fluttered in the breeze as Pan gasped to be left topless. She lost her footing and tripped over a bleeding, screaming girl. Her fingers scrabbled in bloody dirt as she tried to get back up, and simultaneously cover the smooth skin of her bare breasts. Pan wanted to try blasting the wardroid right off of its telescoping legs, but it didn’t give her time to try her KameHameHa Wave. The clawed tubes tore away the rest of her clothes, leaving her in bandanna and boots. If any of the wounded crowd members had been in a position to appreciate the athletic beauty of the tomboyish girl they would never have had a better chance than at that moment.
“You monster! I’ll destroy you utterly!”
ZX-209 judged that most of the crowd were watching, while clutching bloody fingers at their wounds. Enough would survive to tell the tale of those who opposed its purchasers. There was no emotion in the droid’s circuits, simply logic and programming. It could feel no fear as Pan stumbled into position for an energy blast assault against it, although memory files taken from Giru allowed ZX-209 to recognise the pose. The faceplate seemed to concentrate for a second on Pan’s chest.
Faster than even Pan could follow, tubes with thin metal cups attached shot out from within the wardroid. ZX-209’s cups smashed painfully against Pan’s breasts, and covered them completely. A fast acting adhesive gripped the metal hard to the teenager’s c-cup mounds. Pan yelped at the sudden cold, and then screamed as needles in the centre of each cup shot five centimetres into each of her breasts. Her nipples were priced right through, and the pain felt like the cores of Pan’s breasts were on fire. ZX-209 began administering electric shocks into Pan’s chest through the needles. The wardroid generated fake sparking around the cups, so that the witnesses would have something to see and fear.
Pan’s body shuddered as her breasts were electrocuted every five seconds; not sufficient to stop her heart or do more than lightly burn, the shocks still hurt enough to make concentrating difficult. The girl groaned as she tried pulling the cups away, but the tugging pain in her skin put her off, so she tried breaking the prehensile tubing instead. In response, new clawed tubes, thicker and stronger than those that had stripped her, lashed out from within the wardroid and gripped her knees, elbows and wrists. Almost immediately, the metal vice-like claws began to glow red.
Immobile, Pan screamed raggedly as her joints were crushed and cooked at the same time, while still the shocks to her breasts continued. ZX-209 judged it the right time to commence the rape of the target, and an entire man-sized section of its khaki body slid down. Two dildos emerged on thick tubes. The first dildo was clearly modelled on the cock of a shire horse. Long, thick, and brown with a flared flat head. The second, intended for anal rape, started small and thickened out like a fire hydrant. Warm cooking fat spurted from the flat head of the horse cock dildo, and the point of the hydrant butt plug.
Blood leaked from Pan’s joints. She was no longer standing by her own power, and instead her breasts supported her body weight along with the vice claws on her joints. Her eyes were screwed up tight as she concentrated on screaming, so Pan did not notice the approach of the dildos. Screams of horror sounded from the wounded and shocked, as they realised the torturous fate in store for Pan. The screaming girl’s eyes fluttered open as she felt the first pressure between her legs, and she looked down between her metal plate cupped breasts to see the horrific dildos between her muscular thighs.
Pan managed another scream before both were simultaneously shoved into her with mechanical strength. Despite the cooking fat lubricant her virgin ass tore immediately. Her sphincter was ripped in two halves as the dildo penetrated far into her bowel. Pan’s legs were spread out as the horse cock dildo ripped through her hymen, then her cervix, and finally slammed into the barrier of her womb in one hard quick stroke. ZX-209 did not pause before tugging the dildos loose and then brutally slamming them inside again.
ZX-209 increased the power of the shocks to Pan’s breasts, and smoke began to appear around the edge of the metal cups. At the same time, the screaming girl was being lifted six inches in the ear as the dildos simultaneously hammered her cunt and ass. ZX-209 increased the temperature of the cooking oil it was pumping out, so that he could fry Pan from within while tearing her uterus and rectum up. Pan gulped air, serving to draw more oxygen to her brain and prevent herself from passing out with pain. Her eyes were bugging out of her darkly red face as she screamed as much as she could manage. Her raw throat meant her cries took on a raspy tone.
As the dildo rape continued, new tubing attachments emerged from the wardroid. Little razor blades that slashed shallow cuts at Pan’s armpits, lips, ears and other stretches of sweaty exposed skin. Slow trickles of blood began to run down Pan’s body. Another specialised attachment sought out her crotch, and, moving in time with the horse cock dildo that made her stomach bulge out wildly, stabbed into Pan’s soft flesh. She actually felt the fresh agony as it sliced straight through her clitoris and then angled into her bladder. Urine mixed with blood to leak out through the wound, which stung as badly as the sweat-drenched razor cuts in Pan’s armpits. ZX-209 used the stabbing knife to prod into other muscles, opening deep wounds across the girl’s body.
The cooking fat spurting dildos reached boiling point in Pan’s core, and her already badly scalded sensitive uterine lining and anal membranes began to fry properly. With nowhere to rise, steam and smoke bloated Pan’s organs out. Her abdomen already bulged obscenely on each inward dildo stabbing, and it grew worse as the Wardroid began raping harder and deeper. Pan’s weakened voice died in her throat as the horsecock dildo burst out bloodily from between her breasts. She took a face full of sizzling cooking fat, and the agony almost drove her to death.
The vicelike grip on her joints increased, and one after the other her hands dropped off, followed by her forearms and lower legs. ZX-209 held Pan’s mutilated body, naked but for her Bandanna, high in the air. Pan’s fried face was an unrecognisable mass of blisters and puss beneath a flop of short black hair, while her torso was so bloody it was impossible to see where she was cut and where she wasn’t. The horsecock dildo withdraw, and dragged with it intestines that uncoiled through Pan’s cunt and along the floor until ZX-209 cut through the length. The other claws withdraw alongside the dildo, leaving Pan held only by the breast cups and anal hydrant dildo, which was fully two feet inside her destroyed ass.
Pan drew laboured breaths through blistered lips as the wardroid displayed her like a trophy. Bracing the anal dildo inside her, ZX-209 ripped Pan’s breasts entirely from her chest with twin sprays of blood. The electric shocks finally ended as the bags of fat came away. Pan was still alive, with her quarter of Saiyan heritage responsible for the incredible endurance and stamina. Alive, but aware of nothing beyond all consuming agony. The wardroid flicked the tube attached to the anal dildo like a whip, and the corner of the nearest building half decapitated Pan.
Her eyes, nose and upper jaw were sheared away, leaving her lower jaw, and tongue still attached to her torso. Pan’s brain smeared across the building’s wall, while her twitching remains dripped across the bodies of the still living wounded. ZX-209 withdraw all of its tubing, dragging the limbless torso into itself. The panel slid back up, and the wardroid drained cooking fat into the large sealed compartment. Pan’s remains were deep fried before the dildo was tugged loose from her anus.
ZX-209 drained the fat again, before opening the large compartment and dragging out Pan’s fried mutilated remains with new tubes. As a final indignity, it bolted the girl’s corpse above her smeared brains, ten feet above the ground, where all would see the fate of those who opposed its purchasers. ZX-209 stood silently calculating for a moment, and then generated a temporal pulse to return to the future.
End.
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