Needing Stitches (The 9 Stitchpunks)

 The world had official ended, all signals were dead and the sun had been blotted out of the sky by dark clouds, all due to the machines rising up and slaughtering everything on the planet, the majority of biological of having been destroyed with the only thing that was a upside was that the robots themselves had ended along with it. Now there were thousands of metal husks littering the world, laying dead within the rubble as you stayed holed down inside of this old wooden house, simply eating whatever canned food you had stocked up and waiting to die, particularly due to the fact that there was simply nothing else to do now that the world had ended. Your mother had seen this all coming, she was the one who had created the B.R.A.I.N and the one that knew what would happen when the government over stressed the fabricator which led to the robots getting mass produced with you having avoided most of the war as she worked on something within although she never did tell you what she was working on, leaving you in the dark.

By the time the end had truly come and everything biological other than you had been wiped from the earth your mother had locked herself in her lab, stating something about the final component that needed to be completed. You’d attempt to get to her, only to find that she had seemingly barricaded her door shut, leading you to eventually grab a crowbar and rip the door open, the sound of wood cracking and snapping at the hinges echoing out across the air as you would do so. That’s when you found your mother, laying on the floor dead as everything else was, leading you to groan as you saw that she had some kind of talesman clutched inside of her hand and that there was some kind of doll resting on her worktop with you wondering what she has been working on.

That was when the doll blinked, causing you to wonder if there was something in the air that was slowly killing you before you saw its head move, your eyes widening as you realized the doll was, in fact, alive. The thing also seemed to be scared of you, backing away in turn and nearly falling off the table before it would try to speak, only to realize that it couldn’t, which, in turn, freaked it out even more than it did beforehand as you decided to try and deescalate the situation. After a hour or so of desperately trying to convince the burlap sack doll that you did not want to kill it and were just as confused as it was about the situation, it finally calmed down and started to follow you with you nicknaming the doll nine due to the number nine being placed on its back.

After around half a day of wandering around the place and introducing it to various different things, you quickly figured out that you were running out of food, only having a day or so left before you’d have to go out anyways. With that you decided to go about packing all the food into a bag and, with Nine in tow, you started to venture out into the wasteland, the Stichpunk seeming rather curious about the world that once was with you telling it about everything that had happened there. You’d walk around the wasteland for quite a while before another stitchpunk would suddenly pop up out of nowhere, this one being noticeably more ragged then her new counterpart but also a lot more frail, having to use a walking stick and having a set of metal hands and legs as well as a mechanical helmet with a crank an a candle to it.

She would introduce herself as Two and said she was shocked that a man had managed to survive in the apocalypse before trying to talk to Nine when she realized that Nine didn’t have a voice box and, as such, seeked to give her one. With that you’d watch as the Stichpunk would place the voice box inside of her body revealing that Nine was also a woman which made sense given her somewhat shapely body before Two would tell you that there was a safe space where the other dolls were located. With that she would proceed to lead you there, taking a while due to the walking stick as you’d keep on walking to the base, the other four stitchpunks, your eyes glancing across them as you did so.

You first looked to One who seemed to be the leader of the group, the woman wearing a long hat and a red cape with belt buckles keeping her together and then you looked to eight, who seemed to be One's bodyguard. This seemed to be Eight, this one being significantly larger than the rest of them and it seemed like she was wielding some kind of knife and scissor combo before you’d look down at the remaining two of the Stitchpunks, that being number Five and number Six. Five seemed to have been injured at some point, half of its head replaced with a different coloured fabric and Six seemed to be particularly skittish, it’s entire body being striped and her fingers being made out of the tips of fountain pens that flicked out against before One asked who you were.

You responded by telling her your name and she responded with a nod, the woman suddenly realizing something and becoming much less dismissive about you, stating that the fabricator machine would want your soul more than anything else. This brought you to now with you being stuck within their sanctuary, scavenging around for food that you were trying to find as you quickly found out that you had something to sate other than your stomach and that was your sex drive. Now you had got to the point where you figured that everyone else was busy doing their own things and you were safe, your hands moving down to your trousers and taking them off before you took off your underwear, your cock coming out from the fabric and bouncing around in the air as you did so.

With that you moved your hand over to your member, clutching ahold of it and spitting on it a couple times so that it was all lubed up, your hand starting to glide across your member as you’d do so, spit dripping down onto your balls as she did so. You’d keep stroking your member, trying to envision some kind of woman of which all resembled your mother in a strange way as you’d keep stroking away, your teeth digging into your lip somewhat as you’d try and keep shut just in case any of them could hear you. “Oh,that’s where you’ve been?” Asked a voice as you’d take a deep breath, swallowing down some spit as you turned your head to look over to the source of the voices revealing that it was Nine herself with you soon taking a glance at her for the first time.

The first place that you looked at the burlap covered head, your eyes locking with her strange steel ones that she had before looking down to her finely crafted mouth with you briefly wonder if she had a tongue or not before your eyes moved down to her torso proper, letting out a sigh as you’d go about doing so. You’d look over to her shoulders, seeing the stitches where the arms had been connected as you’d look to her torso, seeing her as slightly curvy with a large zipper moving down from her chest to her crotch, the zipper having been nestled inside of her breasts, the metal zip clattering as she would walk before you looked around at the woman’s various limbs. Your eyes first moved to her hands which were small and mechanical, not having the business of Sixes quill fingers before your eyes moved down her leg and thighs, seeing a pair of feet that were also built out of metal with you assuming that the ankles were made out of screws.

“Oh wow, seems I've come in at quite the time, haven’t I?” She said as you’d feel a pair of quill tipped hands clutch around the door they made, the head of Six poking out as you went about placing your cock back into your trousers. “Oh, there’s no need to put it back,there’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” She would say as she turned around to Six who was coming out of the doorway, the skittish Stichpunk glancing around the room as Nine went to speak to her, the ringing of a bell indicating One and the rest of the dolls were coming as well. “When you said we had to help the humans, I hardly expected it to be something like this!” She said in a semi joking and semi serious fashion, the other doll herself nodding at her somewhat awkwardly as she would do so, the rest of the dolls funneling into the room.

“Oh, So this is what Six predicted. How wonderful.” One said in her typical tone of annoyance, her bodyguard didn’t really seem to pick up on.

“I know, we don’t even have one of those!” Eight said, One briefly exchanging a glance with her as she would do so.

“Anyways, as you’ve heard, Six said that you needed help in some shape and form and it’s clear what shape and form it must take.” She said as she wandered between your legs, the other ones coming towards you at varying speeds as they would do so. “So, let’s not waste any time, shall we?” She would say as she would climb up your leg, her metal hands digging into your thighs somewhat as you’d do so before she would wander across your leg, sitting down onto your crotch as she would do so. With that the Stitchpunk would try to navigate her hands around your member, only to realize that she was too big for her to grasp in her hands before she decided that she should simply wrap her legs around your member, the woman’s feet coming together with a clank as she did so.

With that she’d adjust herself once again, the woman pushing her crotch against your cock before she started to get to word, drifting up and down your cock at a semi slow pace as she would do so, wanting to enjoy what was going on. You’d then watch as Eight would go about scaling your leg as the other four would stay below, probably wondering what to do before Eight moved behind nine, shoving her forwards somewhat as she would do so before she grabbed ahold of the head of your cock and moved it to her mouth. She’d wait for a couple seconds, staring at it intently before she started to lapping and sucking away at your member, letting out a couple of groans as she would do so with you being able to see as beads of pre built up on her lips all the while.

As the two pronged assault on your member continued, you’d watch as Six would slowly start sneaking up towards your balls, eventually moving so that they were on reaching distance to the skittish Stitchpunk. You then felt as the doll then placed your balls into her hands, cupping them somewhat before you’d feel as she’d start to shift the balls around, massaging the several days worth of backed up cum inside of them as she would do so, causing you to let out a slight groan as she would do so. With that you’d see Five go about wandering over to her, whispering something into her ear which would make Six nod frantically, the woman nodding back in response before she would move to the back end of your balls and started pushing against them gently like a massage.

They would repeat this for several minutes before you suddenly felt a reaction come from Eight, the woman letting out a groan before attempting to take your tip into her mouth and down her throat, much to the surprise of everyone. She didn’t get far, of course, but she did start suckling and licking away at it, feeling as pre would drip all over her tongue as you’d watch her slap her around the head as if to tell her to do something with Nine looking confused before she realized what the other woman meant. With that she would proceed to start moving faster, gliding her legs up and down your member as she gasped out into the air , the woman seemingly working up quite a sweat with One and Two deciding that they might as well join you both in the lewd affair.

With that you’d watch as they would crawl up your legs, One crawling up the left leg and Two crawling up the right leg, both of them eventually ending up on either side of your member, One looking confused about what had to be done. Meanwhile Two would take off her headpiece, revealing the metal skull that she had underneath as she would go about starting to stroke and lick at your member with one of her hands, the woman keeping her hand on her walking stick to make sure that she kept herself upright. Eventually One would join in, moving both of her hands over to your member and continuing to rub away at it, the woman letting out a couple of moans as she would do so, all six members of the group now pleasuring your cock as you laid back and relaxed.

You’d let out several moments as you felt those cocks, mouths and burlap legs moving across your member, the metal hands massaging your balls and rubbing across your veins as she would do so. Meanwhile the work that Eight was using her mouth for was pretty great, the woman’s fabric tongue drifting and pushing around your member, the feeling of the precum leaking down onto her fabric causing it to get wetter and stain somewhat as she would do so, much to your pleasure. Finally Nine herself was doing a great job at pleasuring your member, the woman rubbing her legs up and down your member as she would do so, going as fast as her sown on legs could make her go as she panted and groaned into the air , clearly feeling pleasure from all of this.

That was when you felt as you started to throb into the air, pushing against the various appendages of the Stitchpunks as they’d sense as you’d grow closer and closer to orgasming by the moment, clutching the floor as you did so. You’d then feel as pressure started to build up at the tip of your member, feeling as it would get more and more intense by the moment as you’d try and keep it in both so the pleasure could go on for as long as possible and due to the fact that you wanted to give them a good reward. Eventually you couldn’t take it anymore you’d proceed to cum all over the place, the Stitchpunks stopping their movements as ropes started to spray out across the air and onto them, a deep and loud groan escaping your mouth as you would do so.

The first volley of ropes shot out across the member as she would do so, a massive set of them spraying all over the various dolls as more and more ropes came out of your member, making sure that they were getting covered as she did so. The ropes grew more intense until your orgasm would reach your peak, a flurry of ropes coming up rapidly, a couple off them being shot right into Nines face and Eights mouth in the process, sweat starting to form your body from all the energy that was being used. Eventually your orgasm would come to a end, the ropes growing smaller and smaller by the moment before eventually turning into mere drops, a small puddle of cum forming on the floor all the while.

You’d fall backwards into the wall of the clocktower, the feeling of your sweat dripping down your body caused you to itch somewhat as you’d watch as the various numbered Dolls left with you overhearing as Eight would remark that your cum taste good so you were glad to have that under your belt at the very least. Suddenly you’d feel a tapping feeling against your leg with you looking down to see Nine looking up at you, clearly wanting to say something to you as you pulled your underwear and trousers up so that you wouldn’t keep getting your cock stared at as she talked to you. “So, that was fun, wasn’t it? Just say if you need any more help, OK?” She asked as you’d nod in her direction and they would proceed to walk away, leaving you on your own as you realized that the apocalypse wasn’t the end yet.