Oh my god, 6 reviews and 230 views on my first chapter! Thank you so much you guys! I don't even care that a whole shitload of people didn't review, just the fact that they read my story makes me happy. I had hits from countries I only had a vague concept of where they were, and some that I had never even heard of! Hello Qatari!
K so this chapter is longer than my last, and I also rewrote a few things in the first chapter. So you might want to reread that if something confused you the first time, because I went back and changed things based on conversations I had with reviewers.
Also, theres a sex scene in this one. And it's violent. So… if you don't like that, don't read it. (who doesn't like sex?!)
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Don't own Gorillaz, obviously. If I did, I'd be waaaay too busy coercing Jamie into drawing hardcore Noodle porn to write fanfiction. (What, she's legal now!)
Working the Machine
Chapter 2: My Little Dream
Murdoc poured over the pages of his favourite new book. It just so happened to foretell the end of days, the end of the world, and the fall of humanity. Loads of people assumed those were basically the same thing, but no, they were all plenty different and he relished in the details, loving it all. Not to mention it also told him more about his upcoming album which would become the most successful album EVER.... and also somehow had a hand in those three aforementioned events. That was practically half the reason why he decided to make it.
Closing the large tome, Murdoc absent-mindedly turned towards the control panel in his secret lair behind the study's bookshelf. Everything was accounted for, and he loved being able to see everything from down here, even inside Kong studios. In case of trespassers, you know. Damn kids.
Actually...everything was NOT accounted for. Robot Noodle was not charging in her cupboard, nor was she patrolling the island. He attempted to connect to her visuals, only to be denied. Well, she responded to ping, so she was functioning somewhere. Then he checked her tracker and sighed when he saw she was in 2D's room yet again. Bloody pissed him off, it did. And she always insisted on turning off access to her visuals whenever she was him. That dullard better not be teaching her anything perverse... that was his own job.
Turning off her visuals was something he couldn't change in her, no matter what new routines and processes he implanted into her. Among other things. He supposed it was remnants of the Old Noodle's memories, and therefore stronger than anything he could do. Removing the memories didn't help either, because without them she ceased to function for some reason, as if they had been her soul...
A reporter had once asked him why he had decided to make a replica of Noodle. If he had the technology, why not just make a whole new person? The question had stumped the satanist. He could've easily taken just her guitar skills from Noodle's DNA. But making a duplicate had seemed… natural. In his world of rock and roll, drugs, alcohol, and sex, Noodle's presence had always been a constant. Since she had literally no ties to the world outside Gorillaz, she was always around. She depended on them, and he depended on her to depend on him.
Anyway, he was grateful to the little bot. Not only did she keep 2D occupied (he absolutely LOATHED conversing with the guy) but she had saved his ass more than once from assassins, demons, the mafia… you know, the kind of enemies one would expect a superstar celebrity with ties to the underworld to have. Not only that, but those stupid pirates where constantly trying to raid his island and kill him, but his little pet was always able to take them out in a few perfectly-aimed shots. With her advanced eyes, she could see where they kept their ammo, and after that it just took a few shots with a sniper rifle, (or a bazooka, or sometimes a grenade if they got close enough) to blow up the whole ship, which, he noted, brought her extreme pleasure.
Oh, she was a good lay, too.
Yup, he was shagging the robot modeled after his young band mate.
Ooooh noooo, he's a PEEEEEEDOEFILE, lock 'im up!
No. He would never have touched the real Noodle at that age. Not only was she not his type, all skin and bones, but frankly she just wasn't attractive enough for his standards. He NEEDED his women to have luuuuscious breasts and fullll curves with flawless faces. He admired the young girl's attempt to pretty herself up, skirts, ribbons, makeup, and all that, bless her heart. But even though she may have looked mildly appealing in one magazine or photoshoot, he couldn't see himself doing the nasty with the real thing. Ugly girls were only good for a quick shag. Pretty ones needed to be thoroughly inspected. Even HE wouldn't use Noodle like that.
But this robot. He had created her so she knew absolutely everything he liked. She fit like a dream, a bit tight bordering on uncomfortable, but within the first week he had sorted that out. She made it easy for him to close his eyes and picture a curvaceous redhead grinding on his stick. He had even installed the voices of pornstars into her vocal cords, so as to not be distracted by the annoying breathy girl-pants she tended to make. An excellent idea, as he currently found the throaty moans of Aspen Stevens to be quite agreeable. In this way, he could program different personalities into her and sidestep his little habit of never doing the same broad twice.
Really, he had turned her into his personal whore out of necessity. Along with the many gifts he had gotten from his trade with the devil, he also got a few setbacks. Not that he ever saw them as that until recently. Honestly, how is the ability to screw non-stop for hours a bad thing? Though if he didn't get regular sex he did get a bit... loopy. The first few months of living on Plastic Beach he had been so desperate for something tight to stick it in, that he almost pushed down his singer. The thought made him gag.
After that, he tried a brief stint with a russian bird he ordered off the internet. She was satisfying, but the slut went and stole his case of cash and a copy of Stylo. She was then stupid enough to put it on the internet, and so he had her killed. The whole incident had completely negated the effects of a week worth of sex, and he felt more anxious than ever. So really, turning the thing into a sextoy was essential.
He remembered the day he had finished her new upgrade: he wanted to test it out right away, of course. But for some reason she resisted him even though he once again specified that those orders were not to be ignored. Exasperated, he let her go. Maybe she felt the need to powder her nose. Put on a pretty frock. That sort of thing. Women.
But he watched the tracking chip and saw that she went straight to 2D's room. Satan DAMN that dullard! 5 minutes later, she had still not emerged. Not even after 10. Or 20. Then he checked her remote statistics and noticed the lubrication supply he had put in her for specifically ONE purpose (well maybe 4 or 5 more if they got creative) had been activated and was slowly, but surely emptying itself.
Being at the absolute end of his rope as he was, with a screech of rage he swiftly slashed himself on the leg. He began to run up the hundreds of stairs that lead down to his secret lair, adrenaline speeding up his heart-rate and causing blood to gush from his wound. Despite his age and declining physical prowess, he made short work of the many stairs, propelled by the expectation that her microchips would respond to his fluctuating vitals, and the anticipation of sex shortly after.
It worked, and as he neared the top of the stairs he saw her waiting for him, her arms open and ready to assess his wounds. But instead of waiting for her to cauterize his lesion, he grabbed her gruffly by the hair, ignoring her shocked whimpers. He threw her against his study's desk, knocking down the squid and splintering the wood. She appeared stunned as she turned to face him, and it was when he brusquely fingered the zipper of her militia clothing that she really realized what he was about to do.
"W-wait", she stuttered stupidly, her hands on his in an attempt to keep herself clothed.
"No! I gave you fucking time and you ran off to that dullard. So just sit back and relax, love. Yer in for a treat", he sneered cruelly.
As he yanked down her garb to reveal her youthfully modest chest, he noticed a semblance of fear in those hard eyes, and that the android had started to tremble violently. Most likely caused by a conflict between her programming and Old Noodle's memories.
Whatever it was, it only made him harder.
She squeaked (literally, he made a note to oil her joints afterwards) when he spun her around and forced her against the desk, pressing his crotch into her still-clothed behind. He reveled in the shudder that rippled throughout her, causing her to break out into involuntary sobs. Cackling, he pulled off the rest of her clothes and tossed them to the side. With no warning, he whipped it out and tore into her.
Distantly, the bassist wondered if the Old Noodle would've reacted the same way had he forced himself upon her.
Relief was almost instant as he came inside, but the familiar frenzied sensation of intercourse took over and he lost himself in it.
Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap.
Then suddenly burning, burning, burning.
He briefly came out of his sex-induced trance and looked down. Somehow, they had gotten on the roof and she was on her knees, in front of him, servicing him like the good girl she was. She held eye contact with him, her eyes no longer fearful but full of something he didn't think he liked seeing on Noodle's young face. Dried saline from her eyes made her hair stick to her face in odd spikes. Her glowing, red-hot tongue trailed lazily up the slash on his leg, searing his wound and molding the flesh together, the smell of charred flesh invading his nostrils in a way that he had become accustomed to. All the while, she applied skillful ministrations to his swollen appendage, combining pleasure and pain in a way he had never experienced before. The pain slowly ebbed away and he once again lost himself in the act.
He really did miss the real thing though. Noodle, that is. Even he had no idea what exactly had happened to her. Her windmill crashed during El Manana. That was all he knew for certain. Everything else may just as well have been a drunken delusion.
But Murdoc was so sure that he had held her in his arms that night. She had come back to Kong, tattered and traumatized, and he welcomed her home. He had smelled her sweet scent.
Then the next moment she had been ripped from his arms and dragged to hell. Never before had drinking given him such a vivid memory. And so it was obvious to assume it had all been real. But there were no other witnesses, and the other two didn't believe him. The only evidence was the gaping hole in her room, which Russel had managed to blame on him somehow. But her scent… he had her scent on him. It was so frustrating.
Since Murdoc was reasonably acquainted with the Dark Lord, the clear thing to do was to ask the big red man himself if he had taken his youthful companion. But he had refused all of Murdoc's attempts to get a hold of him. Murdoc had even ventured down there several times and asked the locals if they had seen anything, only to turn up with nothing. After three years of searching, he was forced to consider that she had never been taken at all, and that she was still missing from the El Manana crash.
Yet the image of fiery shadows engulfing her, taking her away from him, her arm reaching for him, her face terrified…her scream. It was forever ingrained in his memory.
An alarming red strobe light awoke the bassist from his thoughts. Looking towards the various monitors, he spotted several large ships looming on the horizon.
Ah, bollocks. Those damn pirates were here again.
Murdoc left his secret lair in a rush, stopping by the door to grab an AK-47 and a case of ammo. In doing do, he failed to see a disruption at Kong Studios in the form of a small person wearing a white mask. A second later, all cameras connected to Kong went out.
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