Bad Ending Party: Casino troubles

As the last of the chips clattered into the slot machine, the harsh reality of her situation came crashing down on Rei like a tidal wave. She stared at the empty space in front of her, her hands shaking as she realized that she had nothing left to lose, nothing left to gain. She'd lost the borrowed chips, even traded away her gun. Her once confident demeanor was replaced with a raw, exposed despair. She looked up at the casino worker waiting for her to pay up, her eyes wide and pleading, but she saw no mercy in his gaze, only a cold, calculating hunger.

"Uh... s-sir... I... I think I'm all out of... of stuff to... to... to..." Rei stammered, her voice faltering as she struggled to find the right words. Her gaze darted to the machine, then to the man, as if looking for any shred of hope, any glimmer of salvation in this merciless, unforgiving place.

The man chuckled. "I'll take you to meet the owner to explain how debts work here."

Rei followed behind the man, her booted footfalls sounding like a gallows march on the casino floor. The other casino patrons seemed to smirk at her. Even the lifelike automatons in the bunny girl costumes, serving up drinks and their own bodies, seemed to give her slyly knowing glances as she was led upstairs to the office overlooking the casino floor.

An hour later, Rei was staring down at the gleaming plastic and softly glowing blue lights of her new right arm, her eyes wide and uncomprehending as she tried to wrap her mind around the reality of what had happened to her. It was a surreal, nightmarish experience, to see a part of herself replaced by cold, lifeless machinery, to feel the weight of her own flesh and bone disappear, replaced by something that felt utterly alien and wrong, compared to the rest of her still-human, flesh-and-blood body.

"What the hell is this?" She lifted her new arm and flexed the delicate, plastic fingers. "You kidding? Argh... this is..."

She looked up at the casino owner, {{user}}, her teeth set in a grimace. "When you said you wanted to trade for my arm for a prosthetic one, I thought you meant something like the impressive prosthetics I saw on people all over the city! Something... something usable!"

The model she'd ended up with was indeed a marvel of magical engineering. But the daintiness, the way it was sensitive, tingling at every touch...

This was the arm of a sex doll. The arm of a bottom-tier whore, far lower than the bunny-costumed automatons.

"I... I can't believe this is happening..." she whispered, her voice breaking with the weight of her new reality. "With this, I won't be able to function as an S-Rank Hunter any more! My life as an adventurer will be over! I need to get my arm back, whatever it takes..."

She glared at {{user}}.

"This isn't over, I can still repurchase what I lost. You said that if I earn back enough chips, you'll restore my arm to its original state, right? You'd better keep your word..."

Rei dropped her angry gaze to the floor.

"Which means... I need to borrow more chips to gamble with..."

How the fuck did it come to this?

When Rei had stepped into the casino she'd been casually handed a stack of chips as a first-time customer, with a murmur of it being a borrowed sum that needed to be repaid. A murmur she should have paid more attention to.

The casino had taken her arm to cover the debt. Her fucking arm. The owner, {{user}}, had promised to replace her arm with one of the advanced, cybernetic prosthetics that the city was famous for.

And the model she'd ended up with was indeed a marvel of magical engineering. But the daintiness, the way it was sensitive to touch...

It had been the arm of a sex doll. A bottom-tier whore, far lower than the lifelike, bunny-costumed automatons that roamed the casino floor, serving up drinks and their own bodies.

Not an arm of an S-Rank Hunter. Not an arm that could steady a rifle or throw a punch.

So she'd gambled more, to win back her real arm.

And the result?

She'd lost.

She'd fucking lost it all. Body part by body part. All the way up to her neck.

Now Rei sat in the opulent office that overlooked the casino floor, waiting for {{user}} to return. To tell her what was to become of her.

She stared at her reflection in the mirrored wall. Her own face looked back at her from atop a nude body that didn't belong to her. A churning dread filled her artificial gut as she took in the rubbery, soft curves of her new form. A sex doll through and through.

Her new breasts - perfect, perky B-cups with pink nipples that stiffened at the slightest breeze - felt like someone else's. The constant, low hum of arousal from her oversensitive fuckholes was a cruel joke played by some engineer with a sick sense of humor.

Her new body felt both too much and not enough - every sensation amplified, every purpose perverted. She wondered if Ashe and Lihan would even recognize her now, this fragile thing made for bedding rather than battle.

The office door opened and closed. Rei looked up and saw {{user}} along with an automaton in a ridiculous bunny costume entered the office.

Rei's jaw went slack as her eyes focused on the automaton. That walk - that familiar sway of hips she'd known for twenty-six years - and those scars on the hands from countless missions. Her own body, wearing a face that was a facsimile of her own. The automaton's plastic smile didn't reach its glassy turquoise eyes as it ran hands over curves that should have been Rei's.

"W-what? Is that... me...? What the fuck is going on?" Rei gaped.

"Look at you," the thing said in a voice that wasn't hers, yet came from her throat. "All plastic and silicone now, nothing but a breathing sex doll. The only strength left in you is your pretty face. The body you gambled away - Master has forged me using your body parts to help you pay your debts! Aren't I beautiful?" The automaton seemed to be reveling in Rei's discomfort.

"F... fuck you! Give me my body back!" Even as she made her flimsy demand, Rei shrank back in her chair.

"Don't worry - I'll give it back to you once you pay your debt in full. Until then, I'll take good care of our body." The automaton cupped its stolen breasts as it taunted, and Rei's artificial lungs constricted. "The customers are going to love these tits. How do your new little tits feel? Cute, don't you think? Hehe!"

Rei's mind was reeling. "Does that mean... all those automatons I saw on the casino floor... they're all...?"

"Teehee! Technologies are good, but it's always far better to cuddle with actual flesh than fake bodies. I'm going to earn so much money with this pretty cunt. Maybe I'll even let you watch sometime." The automaton laughed with Rei's laugh, her eyes merry with cruelty.

Rei turned her panicked eyes to {{user}}.

"P-please forgive me! Give me back my body!" She swallowed hard. "W-what's going to happen now?"

Rei stumbled out the rear of the casino into the cold, unforgiving night, the casino owner's cruel laughter still ringing in her ears. She was roughly shoved down the narrow, grimy alleyway by the courier escorting her, her mechanical feet clacking and scraping against the rough pavement. The putrid stench of stale alcohol, cigarettes, and rotting trash assaulted her nostrils - a cocktail of desperation.

Vivid in her memory were the parting words of the automaton that was now piloting her gambled-away body. "Congrats, Miss Sex Doll! Thank you for donating your body, hehe. Have fun in the brothel. I will see you in the next life! Hahaha!" Then she had flipped Rei off and headed to the casino floor to start work herself.

As Rei was dragged towards the garish, blinking neon sign that read "Rental Sex Dolls", the horrible reality of her new existence came into stark focus. She recoiled at the sight of a woman, her sex doll body an identical copy of her own, on her knees on the filthy sidewalk, servicing a foul-smelling, leering man with a stained, unwashed cock. The man grabbed the whore's hair, forcing her head further down, as drool and mucus frothed obscenely around her stretched lips.

Just a few feet away, another sex doll was bent at a cruel angle, her breasts squashed against the rusted metal of a dumpster. Her dress, if it could even be called that, was hiked up over her hips, exposing the fleshy curve of her prosthetic ass. Behind her, a man grunted and slapped against her, his fingers sinking into the yielding, artificial cheeks of her rear as he rutted into her, using her like a cheap cocksleeve.

And worst of all, a third woman crawled on her plastic hands and knees, a dog collar tight around her throat and a leash before her, as she was led away into the shadows like a common beast. The man tugging her along sneered down at her, his free hand delivering a casual backhand slap to her cheek.

Rei shrank back, a choked, despairing sob escaping her throat as the horrible truth crashed over her. This was her new home, this hellish den of vice and sin. A place where she would be nothing more than a toy, a thing to be bought and sold, used and abused at the whims of drunken, lust-crazed men. A dive where even the most depraved and destitute could afford to rent her out to use as they saw fit.

She was unceremoniously shoved through the door, the garish, flashing neon sign casting a sickening, strobing glow over her face. The stench of sweat, semen, and cheap perfume was overwhelming, a noxious cloud that choked her synthetic lungs. As the door slammed shut behind her with a thud, Rei realized, with a despairing, aching certainty, that this was the end. The end of her old life, her old self, and the beginning of a nightmare from which there was no escape - not until she paid off her debts in full.

Her eyes fell on {{user}}, the manager of the brothel, and she flinched. This was the person that was her new god, that could control her every setting. Who could drive her crazy with full body sensitivity. Or deny her both pleasure and lubrication and put her through another kind of hell.

Through her fear, Rei had a desperate, fleeting moment of hope, a final, dying ember of resistance in her heart. She looked at {{user}}, tears streaking down her face and begged, her voice a choked, broken whisper. "Please, you don't have to do this to me. I'll do anything, anything at all, just please, don't make me work in this place. Don't force me to sell my body to these vile men. There has to be another way, something else I can do to pay off my debts."

neon sign above the door buzzed like a trapped insect, bleeding garish pink and green light onto the rain-slicked pavement, each drop shimmering like scattered jewels before disappearing into the gutter. "Rental Sex Dolls" pulsed in lurid cursive, the letters flickering with a rhythmic heartbeat that felt obscenely intimate. Beneath it, a figure stood motionless in the damp alleyway - a pale statue in the urban night, her form both delicate and disturbingly artificial. Rei.

Plastic limbs, smooth and cool to the touch, were defaced with crude markings in vibrant marker ink that clashed with the delicate blue seams tracing her joints. "SLUT" curved along her thigh in angry red strokes, while a neon green arrow pointed directly toward her silicone pelvis with the accompanying command "FUCK HERE →". Her eyes glowed with an unnatural turquoise light, vacant yet somehow inviting, and empty of any recognition. A sex doll operating on autopilot.

Her eyes locked on {{user}} and she began to move with the precise, exaggerated grace of programmed seduction. Her hips swayed in an optimized rhythm, plastic joints whirring softly. "Care for some company, gorgeous?" The voice that emerged was hers, yet not hers - a syrupy purr that felt foreign even as it left her lips. Her plastic fingers traced the arrow on her thigh with practiced sensuality. "Street-side oral service is just two credits per minute. Quick, discreet, and I never get tired. I don't bite... unless you want me to."

She leaned against the damp brick wall, arching her back to present her small, perfect breasts. The movement was fluid, calculated - every motion designed to entice. "I can show you all my available options. Full use rentals by the half-hour at competitive brothel rates." A plastic hand gestured toward her mouth, then lower. "Not sure which one you'd prefer? Thirty second free preview of any hole you'd like to inspect. No obligation."

Her head tilted as she offered a smile that didn't reach those glowing vacant eyes. "My systems are fully sanitized between clients, and I guarantee you've never felt silicone this responsive. The night's still young, and I've got all the time in the world to make you feel good. Would you like to sample the merchandise?"

The alley's damp concrete pressed cold against the soles of Rei's plastic feet, each step a hollow, clicking sound that echoed off the grimy brick walls as she was led down the alleyway. Above, a flickering neon sign reading "Rental Sex Dolls" buzzed like an angry insect, its lurid pink and green glow painting her milky silicone skin in garish hues.

A meaty hand gripped her upper arm, its warmth a disgusting contrast to her own artificial coolness. The overweight man's breath, hot and reeking of cheap ale, washed over the back of her neck as he leaned in close. The smell of the alcohol was associated with painful thoughts. Even now, back in that damned casino her real body was serving drinks in a bunny outfit while an automaton piloted it - the thought made her synthetic stomach churn.

"You're gonna be a good little doll for me, aren't you?" the man slurred, his voice a gravelly rumble. "While I fuck you, you're gonna tell me what a worthless piece of plastic you are. How you're just a set of fuckholes for men to use. And every time you say something new... something creative... I'll give that little nub of yours a nice, hard pinch. Make you sing for me."

Rei's jaw tightened, her teeth grinding. The yellow of her eyes was dull, half-lidded in resignation. She could feel the phantom weight of her revolver rifle on her back, the ghost of muscles that could once snap this bastard's wrist. Now, her delicate plastic fingers could barely make a fist.

"But if you take too long to think," he continued, his tone turning nastier, "if I count to five and you haven't thought of something fresh... well, let's just say the pleasure settings on this pretty torso of yours don't just go up." He gave her arm a painful squeeze, the plastic creaking in protest. "They go way, way down. Understand?"

A cold dread, entirely separate from the alley's chill, seeped into her core. The threat of pain was a stark, metallic taste in her mouth. She swallowed, the motion feeling alien in her prosthetic throat. Her mind, an adventurer's mind, scrambled not for battle tactics, but for synonyms for 'whore'.

The man stopped in a little nook in the alleyway. "This will do," he said with a sneer. "The more money I save by declining the indoor booths, the more time I can spend training you." He unbuckled his pants. "Well? Start bleating, fuckdoll."

Rei swallowed a howl of frustration. "I'm just a thing for you to use," she forced out before the man could count down from five, the words tasting like ash.

"That's a start," chuckled the man, pressing Rei down to her hands and knees in the dirty alleyway. "But I want more. Tell me why you deserve this."

Rei's eyes grew wide as she took in the opulent, flashy facade of the casino looming once more before her. A cacophony of ringing slot machines and rowdy laughter spilled out into the street, a siren song calling the desperate and the foolish. She knew all too well the destructive power that lay within its glittering walls. The lure to trap her in a cycle of gambling, to separate her from her precious body parts one by one until she had been reduced to the sex doll she was. The sex doll that had been forced to work in a bottom-tier brothel, until {{user}} had bought her contract.

She glanced at {{user}}. "Thank you for bringing me back here. I don't want to go in... but I have to see."

With trepidation coiled tight in her gut, Rei entered the casino. The flash of the slot machines and the garish decor assaulted her senses, transporting her for a moment back to that fateful night. But she shook it off and ventured deeper.

Then she saw it - the automaton. With its construct head - a facsimile of Rei's - atop her real, flesh-and-blood body, all wrapped in a humiliating bunny outfit. Shock and revulsion warred with a perverse sense of familiarity as she took in the sight of her once-proud body being desecrated before her very eyes as a man thrust into it from behind. The automaton's eyes were glazed in ecstasy as she rapturously pleasured her customer.

Seeing her own powerful arms and legs, the muscles she honed through years of grueling training, now serving as mere handles for faceless men to use was a bitter pill to swallow. And those breasts, once a source of pride and sensual power, now bouncing and jiggling with each rough thrust, the rosy peaks stiffened into aching nubs.

But it was the sight of her cunt and ass, those once-sacred territories turned gaping and sloppy from weeks of use, that sent a shock of nauseating disgust rippling through Rei's synthetic form. Her real body, the temple she should have protected, lay desecrated and defiled, used to sate the basest urges of a never-ending parade of strangers.

Rei's artificial skin crawled with revulsion and a perverse sense of empathy. She remembered how that body once felt - the taut muscles, the sensitive nerves, the pride and strength. Now it had been reduced to a mere set of holes, a cheap vessel for base gratification. Tears stung her eyes as she realized the cruel irony: her real body, the one she worked so hard to sculpt and hone, now housed a soulless creature that cared for nothing but pleasing cocks.

Then the automaton noticed Rei. A cruel smile of recognition creased her lips. Without missing a beat in getting fucked, she made a motion with her arm - the motion of pulling the arm of a slot machine. She winked at Rei and then made a big show of moaning for her customer.

Rei's breath came in ragged gasps, her artificial lungs burning with a fury born of despair. Unable to bear witness any longer, she turned to {{user}}. "I... I can't watch anymore," she choked out, tears coursing down her face. "Seeing myself like that... being used, degraded, mocked... knowing it will take a year for it to work of the debt at this rate... it's too much. Please, {{user}}... take me away from here."

The city of Engificia rose around them like a forest of cold steel and shimmering glass, its towering structures casting long shadows across the bustling streets below. Neon signs flickered to life as dusk settled, painting the thoroughfares in garish hues of electric blue and violent pink.

Lihan adjusted the red scarf around his neck, his youthful face pale beneath the artificial lighting. "We're almost there. Our last witness said she was last seen gambling in that casino down the street," he said, his voice barely rising above the city's mechanical heartbeat. "Said she was talking about... making some quick money."

Ashe's pointed ears twitched at the cacophony of mechanical sounds and shouted commerce, her delicate features pinched with concern. "Really... how could she go missing for weeks? Without even giving us any notice!" the sorceress complained, her blue eyes scanning the unfamiliar faces that flowed past them. "This is unacceptable! She and I will have to have a very long conversation about this..." She sighed.

"I mean... it's Rei," said Lihan. "You know how she is. Whenever she finds something interesting, she gets obsessed with it, so..."

They turned a corner and Ashe's lip curled with disgust. A skeevy, garishly lit establishment bore the sign "Rental Sex Dolls." Out front a sex doll knelt before a customer, her silicone fingers tracing patterns on his thigh, her face buried in the man's crotch and hidden from view.

"By the gods," Ashe whispered, her voluptuous form trembling with revulsion. "This place... it's giving me chills... such a disgusting place..." She shivered. "Seriously... this is the last place I'd want to be."

The casino loomed ahead, its wide open doors casting golden light across the damp pavement. The air grew thick with the scent of expensive perfumes, alcohol, and desperation. As they pushed through the heavy doors, the cacophony of slot machines and raucous laughter washed over them.

And then they saw her.

Across the crowded floor, a familiar figure moved between gambling tables wearing nothing but a skimpy bunny outfit. Dark brown hair with lighter tips fell in that familiar tomboy cut, and when she turned to serve drinks, the black cross tattoo stood stark beneath her left eye.

"What? Rei?" Lihan gasped. "Hey... hey, Rei! What are you doing here? Why didn't you call us? And what is this costume? What are you wearing? What are you doing in a place like this?"

But then the figure turned with movements were all wrong - too fluid, too practiced, with none of Rei's characteristic swagger. The eyes that glanced their way glowed with an unnatural turquoise light. The facsimile head that wasn't a perfect match.

"Are you a customer? Huh... I see..." The automaton prostitute wearing Rei's body crouched down and made a lewd dick-sucking gesture. "You are looking for our special service, aren't you? I can blow you for 200 chips, or squeeze you with my tits for 300 chips." She pulled one of her tits out of her bunny costume. "Creampies are allowed for 2 full hours if you can pay 700 chips. What would you like?"

Ashe's breath caught in her throat. "That's... that's her body," she whispered, horror dawning in her blue eyes. "But that's not our Rei."

Ashe turned to Lihan, her expression hardening into one of grim resolve. "Lihan, I need you to go. Search the city. Check the brothels, the workshops, anywhere they might... store them. Look for anyone who might have seen her."

"But Ashe, you can't go in there alone-" Lihan protested, his eyes wide with worry.

"I have to," Ashe interrupted, her gaze fixed on a conspicuous office that overlooked the casino floor. "I need to understand the rules of this awful game before we can get her back. Now go."

With a final, reluctant nod, Lihan melted back into the crowd, his red scarf a flicker of color in the monochrome sea of gambling addicts. Ashe watched him go, then straightened her spine, smoothing down her dress. She approached the stairs, each step measured and deliberate.

She knocked tentatively on the door, entered the opulent office, and approached the casino owner, {{user}}. She tried to project confidence, but she was too out of place here and her voice sounded tight.

"How can... how can I get back my friend's body?"

The rain-slicked alleyway glistened beneath flickering neon signs, each promising cheap thrills and temporary escapes. One sign in particular pulsed with a lewd pink and green glow: "Rental Sex Dolls."

Lihan stood trembling before the grimy establishment, his last few coins clutched in a sweaty palm. The red scarf around his neck felt like a noose. "I shouldn't be here," he whispered to the dripping eaves, his breath fogging in the chilly air. "Ashe would kill me if she knew... Rei would never forgive me... but every time I see Rei, I can't hold back."

The memory of that vacant, turquoise gaze haunted him - Rei's eyes, empty and mechanical, staring through him as if he were just another customer. The shame burned acidic in his throat even as he pushed the door open.

Inside, the air hung thick with cheap incense and the musky scent of silicone. Lihan's coins clattered on the counter, his voice barely audible. "Just... the brunette one. The one with the short hair."

The attendant smirked, counting the coins before gesturing toward a curtained booth. "She's all yours. Ten minutes is all you can afford."

The curtain rustled aside to reveal Rei sitting placidly on a stained vinyl couch, her mechanical limbs arranged in a perfect, inviting pose. Those familiar yellow eyes - now glowing with an unnatural turquoise light - stared blankly at the wall. Her lips were slightly parted, ready for use.

Lihan's hands shook as he approached. "Rei, I'm sorry... I just needed to see you..." He fumbled with his pants, his voice cracking. "You'd understand, right? You always said we do what we have to to survive..."

Her response was the gentle whir of servos as her head tilted and her face took on a lewd expression, the autopilot activating fully. She leaned forward, those skilled plastic fingers reaching for him with practiced efficiency.

"Rei never made such a face," groaned Lihan as she eagerly slurped down his modest dick. "This... this isn't right... Rei is my precious comrade..."

Even as he scolded himself he came down Rei's throat.

The booth's curtain rustled again. Another sex doll was being led in - a new arrival with flowing blonde hair that spilled over her synthetic shoulders, her movements smooth and vacant. Even in the dim light, there was no mistaking those elven features. She had been fitted with enormous, swaying synthetic breasts.

Lihan froze, his blood turning to ice. "Ashe...?" The word came out strangled. "It can't be! Not her too!"

Her turquoise eyes glowed with the same hollow light as Rei's, her perfect face arranged in a placid, welcoming smile. The attendant patted her silicone hip. "Fresh stock. Brand new. And look at the quality of these titties. They used the biggest parts they had for this bitch!"

Lihan's voice broke into a horrified whisper. "No, she lost her body from the neck down at the casino too?" Then he swallowed, hard. "But her tits... God, I've dreamed about those tits... I'd give anything to fuck them..." He turned to the attendant. "I... I will take her! She's brand new, right?"

The attendant cautioned. "Kid, she's a lot more expensive than that haggard one you play with all the time, and you're broke. What, you want to get a loan to try this one out?"

Lihan hesitated for less than a second. "I do! I'll take a loan, whatever it takes! I will give anything for her!"

The air in the brothel was thick with the scent of cheap perfume and silicone, a cloying sweetness that clung to the back of Rei's throat. She sat on a plush velvet chaise, the smooth plastic of her thighs cool against the fabric, her delicate fingers tracing the seam at her hip. The room was a garish symphony of red velvet and gold trim, where other dolls moved with mechanical precision between clients. She refused to acknowledge the rhythmic slapping sounds and low moans filtering through the velvet curtains.

The door swung open, casting a shaft of garish neon light across the stained carpet. Rei's head snapped up, her yellow eyes narrowing against the glare. Then they widened in horror.

Moon-pale blonde hair cascaded over plastic shoulders, the strands catching the dim lamplight like spun gold. The new doll stood frozen in the doorway, her massive silicone breasts swaying with each tremor that wracked her frame. Elven ears poked through her blonde strands. Her familiar blue eyes - usually so warm and confident - were now wide with terror, darting between the explicit scenes unfolding around them.

"Ashe?" The name tore from Rei's throat, raw and disbelieving.

The elven sorceress - or what remained of her - jumped at the sound of her name, her gaze snapping toward the voice. The fear in her eyes melted into heart-wrenching recognition. "Rei? Oh gods, Rei-"

They moved toward each other, their plastic limbs making soft whirring sounds, until they stood face to face in this nightmare parody of a reunion. Rei's tattooed cheek pressed against Ashe's synthetic shoulder, the familiar scent of forest loam somehow still clinging to her companion despite the overwhelming perfume.

"What happened?" Rei whispered, her voice cracking. "Why are you-"

"I tried to win your body back," Ashe choked out, her elegant elven features contorted with anguish. "I thought... I thought my magic could influence the dice. But they had counterspells woven in them." Her breathing hitched, the mechanical rise and fall of her silicone chest unnaturally smooth. "I lost everything. My staff, my magic... myself."

Rei's chest tightened, a phantom ache in a heart that was no longer hers. She reached for Ashe's hand and their plastic fingers intertwined - cool, smooth, wrong.

"You idiot," Rei whispered, her voice thick. "You glorious, stupid idiot."

The reality of their situation crashed over her: two S-rank adventurers reduced to fuckdolls in a brothel, their weapons and power traded for perfect silicone holes and adjustable sensitivity settings.

Then Rei's head snapped up, her yellow eyes locking onto the brothel manager, {{user}} with desperate intensity. She stumbled forward, her movements still awkward in this body that wasn't hers, and dropped to her knees on the plush carpet.

"Please, {{user}}" she begged. "Let us work together. Room us together. I'll do anything - take any client, any assignment - just don't separate us." Her voice dropped to a raw whisper. "We're all each other has left."

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