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Ginger didn’t think she could stand that doll face with that robot body staring blankly back at her much longer. It weirded her out on so many levels. This Reform Camp seemed like some sci-fi nightmare that she was now trapped inside of. She tried to remember her breathing exercise as the machine smiled docilely, blankly on. ‘’No! I don’t want creamed corn.’’ Mandy said in her slightly irritated, monotone voice. ‘’You must,’’ chirped the bizarre robot monstrosity. ‘’How else will big girls grow?’’ She moved the spoon closer to the reluctant girl’s mouth. Mandy swatted it out of the robot’s hand. ‘’No. Damn it, how many time must I tell you that you freakazoid?’’ The machine’s eyes glowed an unholy red. ‘’You will obey, or you will suffer for your impudence.’’ A robotic tendon came out of the robot’s inner workings and clamped shut around Mandy’s waist; lifting up to eye level with the doll like face. A frightened Mandy squeaked whimpered’’ Okay! I’ll be good.’’ The machine brought the spoon up to the girl’s trembling mouth and pushed it past her lips. ’’Yes, you will.’’ It fed the girl the remainder of the half empty can of creamed corn. Vicky was shrieking in fear at the whiteness of the room she was in. And also in part, to the freaky doll faced robot that was her make shift chaperone apparent. There was nothing anywhere in the room but white. Pure, dazzling, blinding, white. It was too much for the girl. The robot looked on serenely at the girl’s outburst. A needle was brought out, unnoticed by the girl’s wild antics. Vicky suddenly felt a prick in her thigh before-black. And then there was nothing. ‘’Rest in peace, dear.’’ The mechanism said warmly to the sleeping figure curled up on the while tiled floor. It was a while before Atomic Betty could clearly take in the situation. She was definitely not where she should be. Defending the world as she knew it, from evil, scheming cat creatures.’’ Atomic…Betty... away.’’ The girl passed out again before finishing what she was going to say. The doll faced robot tucked the girl in before leaving her to slumber. Kitty Katzwell was being pried from the amazingly, white, nothingness that seemed to encompass everything. ‘’It’s alright, pet, nothing can get you here.’’ Kitty looked not as reassured as she took in the situation. ‘’Where exactly is here?’’, she tried prompting the machine. ‘’Nowhere and everywhere dearie’’. Kitty has a sinking feeling of dread. That was a most horrifying prospect. She might never see Dudley again. Or, any one again. Panic started to set in before she was distracted by what the weird machine was telling her. ‘’It’s alright, dear. You’re in capable hands.’’ She didn’t get the chance to question this as the machine had opened a can of tuna. Which she eagerly devoured. Because come on, who can panic on a full tummy? Trixie Tang had no idea how she had landed here. She was the most popular girl in Dimmesdale, hello! She remembered yelling at her loser wannabe Veronica when she had been somehow summoned to this bizarre place. Oh well, she figured. Since they kept feeding her caviar, it couldn’t be all bad. Right? After all, she did deserve this. Libby was freaked out. Officially, now. One moment she was dissing Jimmy Neutron with her girl pal Cindy, and then, Boom! Stuck in Freaks Ville! Not cool! That weird doll faced machine had entered her ‘’room’’, so to speak. Now that thing just wasn’t right. It defied Mother Nature. She hid under her bed. She needed to ditch this place and quick. Slowly, a doll faced mask, lowered itself to her eye level. ‘’There you are.’’ Libby screamed bloody murder. Azula was having a nervous breakdown. Wait, she’d already had one of those. It wasn’t bad enough she’d once been an awe inspiring princess meant to be feared and adored, as was her right. Already banished to an asylum back home, this continued white space, made her nearly scream. This was unnatural. All the eye could see was white. White, white, white. Nothing but white. It was enough to make any one insane. She started to tremble, and huddled under the covers, as the freakish machine soothed within her own cocoon. When would this nightmare end? Daphne Blake was laughing out loud. ‘’Please. Please... You need to stop’’. She was trapped as a rolling mechanism whirred over her bound, stocking feet. Her hands were held down by cuffs on the floor. ‘’I. Can’t. Stand. Much. More. Please.’’ The device whirred on over her upturned soles and she laughed almost madly. ‘’Oh, but this is guaranteed to brighten any young lady’s day.’’ The strange doll faced robot assured her. ‘’You seemed sulkier than usual. This was deemed the best cure for sulky girls.’’ The machine glanced down at her fee. Pulling them free, it replied, ’’This should prove even more effective’’. The rotating device now ravaged her bare, sensitized feet. Daphne’s torment continued. Ember was put out. Here she had been about to pull off the grandest, musical, crime spree of her ghostly years; and then this happened. She was restrained by some cooked up ghost catching device. It was beyond her how she had wound up here. She knew she didn’t plan on staying long. That crazy, wacked out doll thing came up to her. She gulped in apprehension. ‘’You are new?’’ Ember nodded hesitantly. The thing responded, ’’Interesting. We’ve not yet had a ghost girl here before.’’ It sized the girl up, un-nerving her further before moving on. ‘’I do hope you’ll enjoy your stay.’’ Ember didn’t have a reply as the disturbing thing moved on. Ember strained at her bonds once more. ‘’Huh, I’ve got to get out of here.’’ Kitty Pryde hovered aimlessly in her protective bubble. She had no way to phase out of her protective covering and escaping this insane place. One moment she was in bed asleep. Then, some crazy robot thing out of a nightmare smiled down at her. ‘’Welcome to your new home child.’’ Kitty had screamed then. It was then she realized her bubble was also sound proof. So no one but herself could hear her. The thing smiled down on her sympathetically. For, whatever it was. ‘’Don’t worry. This will all come to pass.’’ It left her to herself. Kitty hovered over onto her back. She groaned in what was becoming despair. She had to get out of here. And soon. Lord Madd gazed at the monitors of all his ‘’guests, as he liked to refer to them. They all had such intriguing reactions to his bringing them here. It did ever get so lonely here. ‘’The void’’, it was known unofficially. To those who were unaware it existed. He had such a fascination to these different females. All different and all unique to themselves. So colorful too. Unlike here, so much white nothing covered everything. One would think they were blind. But no matter, he’d just enjoy the show. Such lovely actresses, he’d employed. They were doing a smashing job of keeping him amused. So behaved, too. Except for one or two, here and there, but he was prepared for that. Any attempt of defiance was stomped out. None of that could be allowed here. Any such act of rebellion was dealt with harshly and on the spot. He was law here and it was best his lovely ladies knew their place. ‘’Andrea’’ sure could help accomplish the task. Any sign his girls were rebelling, she snapped and immediately reprimanded them. However he saw fit. It was such great fun too. Having this type of control. He dreaded having to rid himself of any of them. But regrettably, it did come to pass. Scantily, now, but it did still occur. He hadn’t totally deprived them of their will. No fun in that. For me, at least, he amended. When it became necessary however, he was prepared to treat rebellion with the most severe penalty of all time. Instant. Termination. He glanced back up at his monitors. He relaxed watching his monitors again. There was just something soothing, he thought. Gazing upon beautiful women. It calmed something in his otherwise ‘’troubled spirit’’, as had once been referred to him. His constant surveillance also gave him a chance to give his mind a break. He didn’t seem to get a moment’s peace anymore. This, distracted him at least, for a time. ‘’Andrea’’ was honored to help her master in such a way. To see to his health and happiness gave her dreary existence purpose once more. It had been so long since she’d seen him happy. That time was so long ago, it seemed a hazy memory. She doubted even he still recalled it. She could barely believe it herself. She had once been living, let’s say. Not human exactly. But alive, and beautiful. Not this horrid, twisted shell, she’d become. It was his insistence that she was- like this. Sometimes, she wished he’d just left her for dead. What good was being functional if you didn’t have the basics to even count as being living. But then there world had gotten destroyed by the ‘’Trisagion Wars’’, and left them to fend for themselves. Her master had salvaged what odds and bits he could, and made her what she was today. It was her shame, and in a way, her redemption. She just wished she’d told him her true feelings from the start. When she had still been beautiful. Not as she was now. Before their world had been torn apart. She did what she could and contented herself with that. He was her world now. She’d give her very existence, just to see him smile. She’d die to keep that promise she’d made when their world was lost to them. She’d stay true to it till her dying breath. Paulina would like to know how she’d ended up here. She had been giving Danny’s Goth friend a wedgie, and somehow, ended up in this freaky place. ‘’Is this the ghost zone?’’ A strange mechanism drew up close to her. It was like something out of a horror movie. Some perverted being had given this scary robot a human/doll like face of a mask. It was creepy in person. ‘’Uh, okay robot. W-where am I?’’ Paulina was getting seriously creeped out. ‘’You’re where you’re supposed to be. And now you’re going to be punished. Bend over.’’ An enraged Paulina was furious. ‘’Excuse me? Punished?’’ The robot thing was in her face now, ’’yes.’’ That said Paulina was grasped around the waist and levitated so she was bent over facing forward. ‘’Hey! You can’t do this.’’ The strange being relied with a bemused ’’Yes, I can.’’ It revealed the girl’s underwear while saying this. Paulina protested to no real results. Her underpants were lowered and Paulina was fighting her captor now. A metal device came out of the floor and hovered behind the girl’s exposed bottom. A frightened Paulina clenched her butt instinctively. ‘’what’s happening’’, she whimpered. The thing was leaving as it replied’’ What happens to all naughty girls. You’re getting a spanking.’’ The device began paddling the trapped girl’s bared bottom as the doll faced robot left her to take her medicine. Lord Madd looked in on his latest addition to his happy group. She was very pretty, he noted. Just as easy to break he thought. The girl’s will would crumble under his discipline and he could do what he willed. Not that he didn’t have respect for his beauties but he couldn’t have them overthrow him now, could he? He always liked this part. She seemed to be gradually submitting. Another hour and he turned off the device. She got up and limped to her bed. Turning over and sobbing into her pillow. Paulina. So exotic. He decided he liked this one. Perhaps this one, he would keep. |
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