Magical Girl Melody

Chapter 04 Ballerina Girl

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It was early the next morning when Roberta found out what happened to the two feebs that were chasing Melody and her mother.

She saw the two Kigrurmi maids in Pippkin’s office. They were both lying in their own steamer trunk set in a closet, their eyes partly opened, and their mouthes were open in a happy sigh. They had on identical Maid uniforms that went up to their thighs and down to just above their nipples, showing a good part of their D-cup body. They had on the same color of hose and high heels, the same hair style in puffy hats--Ami’s was blonde while Beth’s was a light brown--and a identical form of makeup which accented their Anime-style face.

They looked way too much like what she saw in Conneticut.

It wasn’t alleviated with the revelation of who was in those suits.

“True enough, this might be rather naughty of me to put them into these costumes,” Pippkin said. “but if you think about it, I couldn’t think of anything else that could be proper. I’m a firm believer of Karmatic Justice, where the bad guys are done in the way they would do onto others. And that’s what they have planned for Penny and Melody.”

Roberta just stood there with her arms crossed. Her logic circuits did let her know that Pippkin’s argument was indeed valid, but the ethics involved was indeed questionable. “It just seems so inhuman, though, adjusting their bodies and minds in this way.”

It wasn’t just seeing them in storage that made her say that, but also with the pair of USB cables that connected them by the back of their necks into a computer with a wide screen. The screen showed the vitals of the organic being encased in femininity with a series of settings in some dialogue screens:

META MACROS	0  ==  Reset 1  ==  Freeze 2  ==  Go 3  ==  Hold 4  ==  Suit Awareness	5  ==  Doll 6  ==  Ragdoll 7  ==  Teach 8  ==  Program 9  ==  Define Macro	90 ==  Temp Sex Drive 91 ==  Temp Mood 92 ==  Temp Vocal 99 ==  Chara Maker
SEX DRIVE	0 == Celebate 1 == Private Only 2 == Public Display	3 == Active Private 4 == Active Public	5 == Hyper Private 6 == Hyper Public
MOOD SELECTION	0  ==  Calm 1  ==  Happy 2  ==  Excited 3  ==  Blue	4  ==  Sad 5  ==  Frightened 6  ==  Tired	7  ==  Miffed 8  ==  Angry 9  ==  Sultry 10  ==  Love
VOICE SELECTOR	0 == Mute 1 == Machine Noise 2 == Human Nonverb	3 == Non Articulate 4 == Responsive 5 == Reserved	6 == Full Converse 7 == Initiate Quiet 8 == Initiate Loud 9 == Chatty

Roberta saw that both ‘maid A’ and ‘maid B’s settings–they weren’t even given proper names–were as follows:

Meta	05	Doll
Sexdrive	01	Private Only
Mood	10	Love
Voice	00	Mute

“To think that you could adjust someone’s personality like this,” Roberta said, “without that person’s say so.” She shook her head. “And there’s going to be an amusement park filled of these mindless slaves made to work there for the rest of their lives?”

“Your displeasure is so noted.” He then motions to the two sleeping maids. “I can attest to them not being mind-wiped, that much I know. Even I have my limits, and I frown on erasing people’s minds. It took some doing to get them in those suits, of course, but after that they're pretty much acting in their own free will. They flat out know what would happen to them if they came back to the lab, in this form or as their own.I know enough that the sponsors of that lab do not take failure lightly.” He then sported a devilish grin and tapped some keys on the computer. “Besides, I knew what they do to the unforuntate souls they put in those kig suits.”

In a few moments, the two doll-like girls started to move. They were a bit sluggish, as if they’ve woken up with someone on top of them and they wanted them to get off. Then their chests rise, their breasts jutting out in some erotic pose. At first they protested, but as they started to wiggle they’re rumps, they felt their will to resist leave them and started to grind their hips and gasp for breath, all without making a single sound, not even their breathing. Roberta’s eyes were in a mix of surprise, anger, and ‘oh yeah, they would!’ as she could sense they’re becoming very much turned on. In fact, by the time they had their eyes and mouths wide open and their backs arced, she was certain they would–

By the time she turned to Pippkin, he clicked another key.

The two maids sexual gyrations stopped and they slumped back into their trunks, their bodies inert and their minds asleep.

“I never let them finish.” Pippkin said. “The bloody perverts.”

“I don’t think that should be proper for an amusement park, Mister Pippkin.”

Pippkin smiled. “You should see the private things Scarlet has for me, and she doesn’t need any mind control.” He then sat up. “Nor do you, I can assume. It won’t be proper, and I don’t expect to. I’ll set it so that they’ll see you as your boss and you can do with them as you see fit.”

Roberta looked back at the two doll maids. They looked like offline robots. “I don’t think I can be that cruel to them, even if they do deserve it.”

“I understand. Them being in those suits and stuck in their roles can be a prison enough. They won’t be able to take the suits off, even their faces, and just like me and Scar, they have every bodily function available to them. I usually feed them jail bars that I got from mail order.” He pointed to a cardboard box by the steamer boxes. “Like I said, it is their prison. Just order them around doing what needed doing and put them back in their boxes when you’re done. And if you don’t need them for anything else, fine with me.”

“As long as you don’t try any of this with Melody, it’ll be fine with me.”

Pippkin raised an eyebrow at Roberta’s stern, yet awkward, pause. He then smiled. “That’s completely impossible, my dear. You see my host won’t let me.” He then winked. “Which would answer your question of where’s Melody’s mother all this time.”

Roberta’s jaw dropped. “You’re actually Penny?!”

With that, he laughed as he reached for his neck. There was a bit of effort, but then he managed to pop off his head to reveal another face inside the headfur. It was a woman with her brown hair tied back.

Roberta recognized her. “Seems like a perfect hiding place."  

“That’s why I chosed it. I’ve gotta admit, these HFL costumes do get unnerving to me as well, the way they warp minds and all.  And I have to admit, putting them in those suits just to give them a taste of that?”  She nodded.  "That was solely my idea.”

Roberta saw a healthy glow in Penny’s eyes. She didn’t appear mind controlled or wiped at all. “You’re all right in there. I mean you play a brit very well.”

Pippkin heard a door honk. “It’s a lot more complicated than that. I’ll show you later once we get some more time free; me and Scarlet’s needs to investigate something. I’ll leave everything in your care then.” She was about to put back Pippkin’s head back on, but paused to put a hand on Roberta. “I appreciate all that you’re doing for my daughter. I hope me and my partner can earn your trust soon.” As she clicked the head back in palce, there was another car honk. “Oh Buggar’s all. I’m coming Scar!”

Roberta nodded as she saw Pippkin leave. Her eyes turned to the two maids inert in their trunks. A chill ran down her back, something she didn’t knew she could feel since that time in Conneticut. Granted. These two jerks were asking for it with not only the way they were persuing Melody and Penny (who’s still hiding in that Pippkin suit) but with what she was told what they do to people they put in those suits before handing them off to the lab. Perverts. She could understand Pippkin’s Poetic Justice. ‘No doubt his money comes from some otherwise criminal activities if they weren’t done on jerks like these,’ she thought.

After that thought came this that unnerved her: Is Penny playing as Pippkin all this time, or is there something more about Pippkin—and Scarlet—that meets the eye. Penny doesn’t seem that she’s been brainwashed or anything, but the character she was playing is too realistic to be someone pretending to be a British Gentleman. After a pause, she resolved herself to let Penny pop her head out and tell her in time.

She then turned to the maids, wondering what to do with them.  She never had a cruel bone in her body, nor did she ever wanted to be cruel to anyone.  This was the first time she had an exception to that.  As much as it frightened her, a bit, she knew it needed to be done.

She adjusted the macros to 7-teach, and mood to 5-frightened, and then found the button that woke them up.  The maids' eyes blink open wide.  They saw a cross-looking Roberta in her maid uniform with her hands on her hips, and they got out of their cases, stood and cowered before her.

She glared at them both.  "Now listen up!" she announced.  "You answer to Mister DuCaine.  You now also answer to me! There are several rerasons for this.  First of all..."  She switched to the loudest setting to her voice she dared.  "I NEVER TRIED TO KIDNAP INNOCENT PEOPLE!  Second, I have the largest apron.  Third, I'm paid, you're not!  Do you understand?"

They nodded timidly.

"So you accept me as your boss?" 

They bowed prostrate in front of her, trembling in abject fear.

"I see we have an agreement then."  She tapped on the laptop.  "Here's your reward."

She programmed in macro 90-temp sexdrive 5-hyper private, then macro 91-temp mood 9-sultry.  She then found and activated that memory Pippkin gave them earlier.  Roberta tried not to scour as, as silent and soundless as ever, they ground their hips again, arched their backs, and even started to fondle themselves.  Roberta stood by with veiled disgust as they became hotter than a Florida beach in summer!  Their nipples stretched and poked under their blouses, and Roberta would swear that she saw wet marks under their skirts.  Unlike Pippkin, Roberta let them get off, as a reward for their subservience.  She waited until they climaxed like volcanoes, their bodies stiff and twitching in a mind blowing release.  Once the massive orgasm subsided, they slumped down to the floor spent and exhausted, They're eyes half-closed and their chests breathing heavily.

Roberta reseted their mood to happy, sexdrive to private only, and macro to doll.

"Stand up," she commanded, and they did so, their everlasting smiles returning.  They didn't have the romance in their always downcast eyes, but rather a state of contentment that had just a bit of  Stepford in them.  Again Roberta felt a bit unnerved, but again, she felt that this was an exception.  Like Pippkin said, they did deserve it.

"You two clean yourselves off, and then stay here,"  she said, knowing that they won't as much as budge from where they're at, "until I need you."  She then walked out the room.

Roberta tapped on her forehead.  "There may be a quick way for me to learn." She peels down a flap of her forehead, revealing a CD/DVD player.  "I can download a disk, then practice what's on it.  Fortrunitely, I have learned japaneese." Melody looked at the almost realistic recreation of herself and reached out to touch her.  "Wow." "It's generated by the Holo-Crystal.  Fortunately,I know how to make and program one."
"Maybe mounted to the buckle of your utility belt. Or on one of your bows."
After Roiberta ate her own breakfast,she checked on  the freak maids.  They were busy staining the crate.  The strong smell permeated the room.   Melody stopped and smiled.  "Why not?  Returning to innocent people what was stolen from them is good, right?" Roberta looked around, then whispered to Melody, "I do.  Steve Badger is my builder!"