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Debaucherous x Division

Chapter 4 (NSFW)

-VB-

Cooperland
3020.05.23

The Glasgows actually provided Tina and Wiska a good example to make a mech based off from. Of course, I wanted the new mechs to be stronger and faster than Glasgows, because Glasgows weren't even comparable to Urbanmechs. 

At just 4.5 meters tall and 7.5 tons without additional equipment, a Glasgow was an “ultralight” mech that wouldn’t stand up to most medium or heavy combat vehicles. Heavy firepower carrying combat vehicles like the Saladin medium tank could one-shot Glasgows without even worrying about damage. 

However, a Glasgow was superior in mobility, even better than Locusts. It was also smaller so it can hide in forests and behind hills that wouldn’t normally be able to hide battlemechs. 

What the locals could not do, however, was create energy shields.

Tina and Wiska knew how to do that. With all of the material available and better tools to make things happen, we began to create new models. 

But the universe didn’t wait for us to complete our first mech.

“What?” I asked, surprised by what I was hearing over the radio.

“Pirates, Marris!” one of the councilors of Tor Town who’d radioed me shouted from the other side. “They already landed and are on their way toward the spaceport! The town is right on their path there!” 

Which meant that the pirates would burn and pillage the place.

I… I wasn’t sure if I liked that. Sure, a burning and destitute people would be more likely to come under my sway when I provided them with food, water, and shelter, but the people of Tor Town have been good to me. Reached out when they didn’t have to like Councilor Georn was doing now. 

“... Take your people directly to the south on the path I made,” I told him.

“What?!”

“I live in the mountains, Georn, and I meant that literally. There are tunnels and mining shafts that I’ve been working on ever since I landed here along with a giant as vault door deep inside the tunnels. So get your people and get over to my house! And if you see ultra-light mechs going the other way, then ignore them.”

“Marris, what are you talking about -?”

“I’m telling you that I’ve been having my own little mining operation with security mechs,” I half-lied. “So get in here so I don’t need you dying on my conscious!” 

Even as I said that, five clones hurriedly put on jackets and safety gear before climbing into the Glasgows. 

“How many of them have the shield modules?” the clone closest to Tina and Wiska asked them, who looked surprised by the sudden mobilization. 

“A-All of them, wait! Glasgow 5 is not ready for deployment!” 

“If it has shields, then it’s good enough!” the clone riding it gave them a thumbs-up and activated the landspinner feet attachments, a wheeled propulsion system for flat ground traversal. Once the Glasgows got to the main tunnel shaft that led out into the world, they allowed the long landspinners to press up against the walls.

And then when they activated the landspinners one at a time, the wheels screeched against the cobblestone walls and catapulted the Glasgows out of the tunnels faster than they would have by walking or running. 

They sailed out into the snowy tundra of the surface and barreled forward with their shields on and assault rifles held at the ready. 

-VB-

Georn grimaced as he watched mechs that couldn’t be more than half the size and tonnage of Locusts rumbling past their convoy of wooden carts, cars, and farm animals. 

Just like Alan had said, they stormed out from the mountains that Alan always came from and where he told them to evacuate to. 

And apparently, he had people working under him, too, because those security mechs, despite how small they were, looked like they had seen some battles. 

“Be safe,” he muttered before he pushed his old combustion engine car forward. 

-VB-

Cooperland was a shit place. 

It had a shit weather, a shit peple, and nothing else. Even though they had nothing, they fought like crazy and did jack all except to try and “make their lives better” but fucking retards didn’t know that it didn’t matter.

None of that mattered when they weren’t even a united one world nation. 

‘Dipshit idiots in their little mining towns think that they can win against the pirate fleets of the Tortuga Dominion!’ Henry thought as he led his crew, Henry’s Hussars, on their triannual raid of the planet. 

Today, he was hitting close to the spaceport but not quite there, because the rules were clear for the pirates of Tortuga Dominion; as long as the stupid miners of Cooperland willingly sold them their metals, the spaceport was not to be struck. 

So Henry planned to hit a few towns that led out from one of the spaceport’s roads, starting with a town with a stupid name.

Tor Town.

He strode forth in his Enforcer medium mech. The three medium lasers and the AC/10 it wielded made sure to ruin anything the local militias used, like the Galleons, which was the most common type of proper combat vehicle these hicks had. 

“Boss,” one of his crewmates spoke up from the Quikscell Scorpion light tank over the crew’s radio channel.

“What, Jackie?” he sneered.

“We’ve got a few hits on the radar. They’re coming in fast from the east.”

“The fuck?” Henry muttered as he whirled his Enforcer around while the Locust and Firestarter that was also part of his crew turned to face the incoming threat. “How fast?”

“At least a hundred clicks an hour.”

“Can’t be Locusts if they are that fast. Dipshits can’t buy Locusts anyway since they’re too fucking poor,” he mumbled as he let his Enforcer settle down. “Can’t be agromechs or lumbermechs.” A pause. “A bunch of militia light combat vehicles?” He groaned before raging at the prospect of having to give attention to mere light combat vehicles, not even tanks. “ARE YOU FUCKING WITH ME!?”

But then, as the enemies got closer, his mech alerted him to oddities. 

Because it detected mechs it could not identify with its warbook.

“The fuck?” he muttered as he looked at what his mech was tracking. 

It was some kind of a … Stinger? No, the body was too bulbous toward the back. It was also really small. Like half the size of an Urbanmech. No, half the size of the Locust, which was one of the smallest mechs out there. 

And then the five bogeys split off… and rounds began to pepper all of them. 

“The fuck?!” he shouted as he raised the Enforcer’s left arm up to defend himself against what had to be machine gun fire. But it was being fired from over a whole kilometer, striking harder than a machine gun, and firing really quickly! 

“Don’t let them envelop us!” he ordered. “Galleon, go take them out!” 

The light tank rumbled and then sped off toward the closest mech… whose legs weren’t moving, even though they were definitely moving fast. What the fuck?! 

Then Henry saw it. Just a bit behind where the mechs’ feet were supposed to be. The snow and dirt that was being plowed out of the way wasn’t coming from the feet but something behind it that he couldn’t see because of how far away those mechs were! 

PEEEEEP!

He looked down.

His armor’s integrity had all fallen from green to yellow.

Bullshit! How the hell were long range machine guns doing this to his armor?! 

He quickly scoped in on the closest enemy and fired his medium lasers. The heat generated by the firing weapons slightly warmed up his cockpit but it cooled relatively quickly. In this tundra, he could afford to be more reckless with his heat management! Not enough to fire without cooling completely, though.

So even if his first volley missed, he fired all three of his medium lasers again. And his lasers didn’t reach them. Those pesky and speedy fuckers were just outside his range! 

---

Back at our home, I watched the battle through the eyes of my clones, cameras installed into the Glasgows… and the secret surveillance drone flying high above the battlefield. All of the digital feed was relayed to a central computer room, which was a very cramped room, but there was only Tina, Wiska, and myself in there. 

“Your bullets are working,” I congratulated the twins, and the dwarves gave me a grin.

“Of course! Ablative armor is good and all, but it’s nothing on proper dwarven engineering! If there’s a gap between each armor, then a bullet… just needs to be two bullets!” 

Indeed, and that’s what had been done. 

All of the bullets being used were not the standard bullets used by knightmare assault rifles but rather specialized ammunition specifically to combat ablative armor used on everything in this universe. 

It functioned similarly to High-Explosive Plastic (HEP) shells. While a HEP didn’t penetrate armor, it usually caused damage by spalling, or breaking off the defending materials to cause damage the internals. 

This obviously wouldn’t work with ablative armor because they were designed to take the damage and fall away. 

So when I put them to find a way to defeat the local ablative armor, the twins designed a new type of bullet/shell: High-Explosive Secondary Fire. In essence, a bullet wouldn’t be just a bullet but a multi-stage rocket. 

The shell would fire, travel the distance, and strike the target. This triggered the HEP-like explosion meant to cause spalling. 

Then the secondary fire would go off as the concussive force of the strike would ignite the secondary anti-armor shell inside. This shell would safely penetrate the first layer of damaged armor and strike the deeper layer of armor.

So each bullet or shell would do multiple types of damage to an armored unit. 

Unfortunately, this meant that any HESF bullet or shell would be very expensive due to the technology involved…

But I was a Minecraft player. Once I knew the recipe, I could mass produce the stuff even without the equipment anyone else might need to make them.

And that equipment was rather complex for something simple as a machine gun bullet/shell.

‘And…’ I monologued to myself mentally. ‘Move in.’

---

And then they closed in.

The galleon he sent forward suddenly got shredded. 

And then the Locust’s legs got blown out from under it. The Firestarter tried to keep them back, but it was far too outranged. It got peppered and blasted until something gave away internally. It creaked and staggered before stumbling forward.

Then his radio crackled with the sounds of his men dying and then there was an explosion in the distance.

“Oh fuck,” Henry muttered before he realized that he was the only one left. 

He didn’t get to do much.

He fired his lasers aimlessly as he tried to run but his armor went from yellow to red.

Red to nothing.

Then his structure took hits. 

And finally, something gave and his Enforcer gave up on him, twisting a little too hard one way and then falling onto its back. 

He got out of the cockpit and surrendered as those five stupidly tiny mechs with stupidly large guns came around. 

-VB-  (NSFW)

When master's clones returned, she knew she had to do it. 

Aside from the fact that she didn't want to lose her courage again, he- they- umm… master and his clones looked very hot and sexy fighting against the pirates. 

So she walked up to one of the clones and tugged on his sleeves. 

She knew that all of the clones and master were all the same and all that but … well, it was the thought, right? 

“Umm… Alan.”

He looked down at her. “What is it, Tina?”

She took a deep breath in and let it out. “You know how all of your clones and you are, like, the same person?”

“Yes?”

She stammered as she finally got out her words. “B-But I want to, you know, reward the clones who went out to fight. Cuz they looked cool… and hot… and yeah. All of them with… me.”

She sounded like a dumbass at the end. Ugh!

When she looked back up, she saw him looking down at her in surprise. 

“So you want to … service the five clones personally. By yourself.”

She bit her lips and nodded. 

She would have never done something like this before! She wasn't that kind of a woman!

… but she could blame the Stamp and the mind control thingy. Yeah. It wasn't her fault she was saying she wanted to get railed by five dudes, even if they were all one person. It was the mind control thing. 

“Well… if the mechanic princess wants to reward the knights herself, then who are we to stop her?” he gave her a lustful grin as the five Glasgows came back into the maintenance bay and opened down. The five clones who piloted the mechs popped out from the back and climbed down fairly calmly. 

But they all beeline it toward her, and she tensed. 

And when they gathered in front of her, they looked intense. 

She tensed up. 

In the corner of her eyes, she saw Wiska getting swept off of her feet by her master and carried somewhere else. 

And then the five carried her not to a bedroom inside the deeper hab tunnels but the maintenance bay's office. 

She shivered as they closed the door, locked it, and pulled the metallic blinds. 

Then stripped. 

They were sweaty but they didn't smell bad. There was … something attractive about five big, lean, and powerful men standing over her with their dicks out. 

“W-Well?” she tried to taunt. “Aren’t you going to have your way with your sex slave, master? Not going to ravage and defile this young lady to your heart’s content?”

They did.

The one closest to her, grabbed her by the waist and turned her around so that her stomach was on the couch. She grunted as her face bounced off of the couch while he pulled her pants down. She trembled mostly out of fear of how this was going to go. She wasn’t that wet yet, so if he stuck it in right now, it was going to hurt.

But instead, she gasped as she felt fingers going into her pussy. 

But that gasp was what another clone was looking for. He reached down, kept her mouth open, and pushed his dick. 

Her eyes widened as the stench of sweat assaulted her nose, but couldn’t stop him from using her lips and mouth as he grabbed her hair and started to bob her head up and down.

She gagged as she felt his dick’s rugged rim dribble across her lips and then on top of her tongue but she could still breathe. However, what she could breathe was getting panted out as Alan fingered her relentlessly. He was clawing and stretching her insides with just three fingers.

Tina gagged as the dick in her mouth pushed down into her throat … but she didn’t gag harder? It went down easily, and she realized how bad that was. The hands gripped her hair positioned around her skull, and the clone with his dick in her mouth started to face fuck her in earnest. 

She choked on his dick even as she dimmly realized that the other clone’s fingers had pulled out of her pussy… and nearly screamed when she felt a dick press into her pussy and, in one smooth motion, push inside of her. 

She felt nothing for a second before her head burst with blinding euphoria. 

She couldn’t breathe not because of the dick in her mouth but because her body had just stopped working properly for a second from that abrupt orgasm.

When Tina came back in a half-lucid state, her throat was still getting fucked while her pussy was getting stretched and used just like her mouth.

And she hung limply between the two clones as they fucked away. 

As part of the “reward” she suggested. 

And Tina … Tina knew she was enjoying this. 

She hated this she was enjoying this. This was kind of things humans and dwarf women with no respect for themselves did to earn money. Or didn’t because they were getting gangraped. 

But she wasn’t getting raped. She taunted her master to “use her” as “reward.”

And in a way, she felt good about having men who went out and crushed pirates coming to her for “celebration.”

This had to be an effect of that “Stamp.” She never thought she’d willingly do something like this but -.

Whatever else thought she had disappeared in another white flash of euphoria as she orgasmed again, her legs and arms spasming while her back arched even as her master’s clones pounded away at her face and ass.

And then, as she was coming down from her orgasms, they smashed themselves into her and and came. 

Her body twitched and creaked as two strong men gripped her so tightly that they were legitimately hurting her, but there was a higher euphoria in feeling their twitching and throbbing dicks shooting their seeds into her.

Then they pulled out at the same time and dropped her onto the couch.

Tina coughed and gagged, curling up instinctively as her body tried to deal with cum in her mouth and running down her throat… but it cleared up quickly. 

But the other clones were quicker in getting their hands on her. 

She felt her asshole stretching and she screamed at the unexpected feeling before her mouth got plugged with another dick, and she felt another dick pushing into her. She was now riding one of the clones with another pummeling into her asshole while the third clone was face fucking her. 

She closed her eyes and let them do with her as they wanted. 

She felt her face getting a little bruised, her ass getting bruised, and even a few cum shots landing on her body and hair from the first two clones jerking off to her. 

The way her asshole and pussy got fucked and stretched inside of her only made her feel even more carnally ecstatic than before. It was a different kind of pleasure for both… but the throat fucking was almost torture. She couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t speak. But he shoved his dick down her throat over and over again. 

And then, just as she was about to black out, all three of them plugged themselves in her and came just like she did. 

Oxygen deprived and weak, she couldn’t fight the ecstasy even if she wanted to. 

And when she got her lucidity again, she found herself on the couch, facing up, and one of her master’s clones pounding down into her.

“...pregnant, get pregnant, get pregnant…!” 

She mewled weakly as she came again as she felt him cumming into her. 

And as that clone got off, another clone took his place. This clone flipped her around, raised her ass up, and pushed his dick deep into her already abused, stretched, and cum-filled pussy.

But the pleasure was the same as her womanhood got its fourth dicking of the day.

---

Wiska let out a muffled gasp as she felt her master’s dick stretch her insides repeatedly with abandon. 

He’s been at this for hours now, and she’s been forced to accept it all despite how exhausted she was. 

All she could do was grip onto the sheets as her lower face ground into the plush bed while Alan held her hips in a vice grip and pounded away at her pussy. 

Her ass, inner thigh, and lower stomach was wet and sticky with hours of their excessive sweating, cumming, and leaking. 

Worse, her master had done something to her. 

Today didn’t feel like what sex felt like on the first night with him. When she came the first time, that was the best pleasure she felt, and the subsequent rounds only gave her orgasm that felt less and less pleasurable as both exhaustion and even pain set in.

But today? 

Her first orgasm left her blinding gripping and grasping for anything to hold herself to, because it did leave her temporarily blinded from paralyzing levels of pleasure. 

Her second orgasm should have been weaker. 

It wasn’t. 

Her third felt like her first. 

Her ninth felt no different.

Every single orgasm left her gasping for breath.

Wiska felt exhausted. No, she was beyond exhaustion. She was weak and barely coherent. She couldn’t even move properly. 

But Alan kept coming, literally and figuratively. 

Tears fell down her face as her eyes rolled up again as she felt another orgasm coming. 

Her toes curled as Alan suddenly put himself on top of her, pinning her to the bed and pounded away until he painted her inner walls even more. 

She laid there, silently screaming as her entire body trembled underneath his body, unable to thrash around as ecstasy wrecked havoc in her head.

Then she collapsed. Still trembling minutely. Still addled, momentarily, by the euphoria. 

And finally, master pulled his dick out of her abused but somehow still fresh feeling pussy.

“That’s a nice river of cum right there,” he hummed.

Wiska didn’t have anything to say, because she fell asleep almost immediately after.