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Default Re: C-18 & Krillin - Toy Boy - ILLUSTRATED!!!

I also hoped with all my being that Krillin would not wake up.
He could have vaporized those ropes instantly but I was also sure that C-18 would vaporize him in no time... so he'd better for him stay down.
And it went like this.
She finished to tie up him well and then effortlessly took flight, dragging him behind like a trophy in the sunset light.
Several years later, flipping through documents and interviews to witnesses of the first cyborg attack on the Southern City, I came across several eyewitness accounts of survivors who swore they saw a blonde girl fly up to the mountains, carrying some kind of cargo attached with ropes.
Others said that what the female cyborg was carrying was actually a half-naked and immobilized man, even though no one took that kind of testimony seriously.
And I am happy about that, because the fact that the memory of how C-18 took away Krillin from the ruins of the Southern City is forever lost remains one of the few consolations that I have left in this desolate future. In the daily struggle for survival in this desolate world, morale is a precious commodity and I do not want humanity to be forced to remember forever that one of its champions was humiliated in a similar way by one of those two monsters.



Flying over rivers and plateaus C-18 dragged Krillin in that ignominiously way for hundreds of miles, until she reached the former laboratory of Dr. Gero, where she and C-17 were created. As soon as I could move without risking to be spotted I used the only Balzar bean I had and followed them.
I arrived near the laboratory and saw the blonde transport my companion through a small entrance dug into the side of a mountain.
I waited a few minutes and then I decided to enter.

It was an armored structure carved into the living rock.
Once the entrance was supposed to have been closed by a massive armored gate, but it seemed like an explosion from inside had blown it up.
I went into the darkness of the laboratory and almost immediately tripped over something.
They were Krillin's pants. Shortly afterwards on the floor, I found other clothes that had belonged to him, along with the ropes with which he had been tied ... moreover I heard mechanical noises and some beeps coming from one of the lab's rooms.

I took courage and looked out, but nothing could prepare me for that scene ...
C-18 had completely undressed Krillin and laid him down to what looked like a complex machine with a prominent symbol of the Red Bow Army on the side, a paramilitary organization that my father had been dismantling when he was a child.
Krillin's head was harnessed inside a helmet covered by multitude of colored threads, and his arms and legs were locked to the machine by metallic locks.
18 was very busy and continued to move around the machinery pressing keys and fiddling with a strange remote control that was holding in her hand.
But the thing that shocked me was the fact that... well, I was in a position behind Krillin and after a few moments looking at the equipment and machinery when I focused on him I realized that whatever C-18 was doing through those machines, it seemed to stimulate the vegetative nervous system strongly, because my friend had an erection that... defining it as "remarkable" would be reductive.





What was even more disturbing was that C-18 seemed to be not only very happy with that result, but occasionally I saw her position herself behind Krillin just to admire that spectacle and when she allowed herself these contemplative moments she did not bother refrain herself from touching and groping his poor victim's backside.
During one of these "inspections" at the krillin's backside, while the diabolical blonde was busy squeezing my friend's right buttock with her hand, I took the opportunity to move into the laboratory and change the observation point. I walked around the corridors that surrounded the room where the ignoble torture was taking place and I managed to find a door that allowed me to look at the front of the machine.


On the screen, the program in execution was clearly visible: "Reset and reconditioning of the synapses / Remote control / Voice commands package 789-78Bis sys64"

I realized that the cyborg was literally erasing the consciousness from Krillin's brain, replacing it with a set of predetermined commands.Krillin's face was indescribable...
motionless, the half-open eyes staring at nothing, his tongue dangling, letting a thin layer of drool run over the equipment below.
Then a note began to flash on the screen.

"COMPLETE PROCESS"

It was too late, I could not save it anymore.
I stared helplessly at Krillin's bewildered face and then saw a graceful thin hand settle on the helmet that was positioned on his skull.

She was C-18.
She was C-18 and he was watching me.
She was C-18, it was next to my friend with one hand resting on his head, and he was looking at me.

She winked at me.



I flew away, flew out of there as fast as the wind, and I think the only reason she did not come looking for me was that she was too anxious to start playing with her new toy.
Her new toy that had once been a friend of mine, one of my father's companions, one of the strongest men on the planet and a brave and valiant warrior.

She had neutralized him with a single fist and had kidnapped him.
And now he belonged to her.

I went sometimes in secret, near the laboratory.
I always found them both there, "playing".
In the first week that followed the attack on the Southern City, only 17 created problems for the population.
18 was in the mountains, playing with his puppet.
I watched her from a distance and I saw while she forced him to do whatever she wanted.
She remotely controlled him like a toy into a grotesque reversal of roles between human beings and cybernetic.
At the end I could not stand anymore.

One day I saw her carrying him on a leash, naked like a worm and with that ridiculous and abnormal erection always present.
- "stand" -
- "roll" -
- "play dead" -

Krilin obeyed her, with a stupid smile on her face and an empty stare.



It was enough.
I leapt out of my hiding place, picked up my energy and hurled a wave at that tragicomic parody of a mistress with her puppy.

C-18 took the shot without moving but Krillin was instantly vaporized and no longer had to be humiliated.
Sometimes thinking back to that time, I try to console myself by telling myself that Krillin spent the last 7 days of his life "happy", if the mental state of a man completely emptied of his ego, reduced to playing the part of the pet for the amusement of a cynical creature born from the mind of a mad scientist could fit that descriprion.
As painful as it was to see him crawling on all fours, in those moments he seemed genuinely enthusiastic about being treated like that by 18.
Of course his 24h turgid and erect penis was a clear proof.
However, I also realize that it was at the same time the symbol of the total victory of 18 on my partner, his "trophy".
I could not tolerate that.
However, a few hours later my raid C-18 met at C-17 and together swept away the entire Eastern City. Sometimes I wonder what happened if I had left her human toy at C-18...
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