How to Turn a Killer Golem into a Real Doll
Boom! Crash!
Monstrous explosions detonated directly behind my fleeing heels. Surges of magical energy, far too absurd to believe they were erupting from a frame as petite as a human girl's, rolled through the corridor. Confronted with power like that, all a puny, low-tier demon like me could do was run like hell with my tail tucked between my legs.
"Slaughter. Pulverize... The intruder's head shall be severed, impaled upon a pike, and displayed as a deterrent. Fear and despair—that is the duty of the dungeon's guardian..."
Dammit, she's completely beyond reason! If she caught me, she would tear me to bloody ribbons and string my entrails along the corridor walls. Picturing that grisly demise, I scrambled desperately ahead.
As she stormed through the passageway, the gauntlet of traps she trampled began triggering in rapid succession. Razor-sharp arrows whistled through the air, spears shot up from the flagstones, serrated buzzsaws sprang from the masonry, and poison-tipped darts rained down in sheets. Every single one was a lethal contraption engineered to slaughter intruders in the most gruesome fashion imaginable.
Wham!
Yet not a single mechanism could breach the overwhelming barrier of mana radiating around her. Blades snapped, spears shattered, and projectiles ricocheted harmlessly into dust. She simply bulldozed her way through the trap-riddled hallway, relentlessly closing the distance between us.
"Dismember. Annihilate... Initial step: drain the intruder's blood. Subsequent step: desiccate the internal organs and feed them to the garrison as rations. Such is the protocol for dungeon defense. As guardian, it is my mission to eliminate intruders."
"Plea bargains are rejected. The intruder will receive nothing short of termination."
Crack-crackle! Boom!
A devastating beam of concentrated energy blasted from her outstretched palm. I barely ducked in time, feeling the blistering heat singe my hair. Deprived of its target, the blast gouged through the stone walls and spiderwebbed deep into the vaulted ceiling. Ominous creaks and groans echoed through the corridor—the unmistakable prelude to a cave-in.
Sensing imminent danger, I threw myself forward. But she, utterly fixated on slaughter, didn't bother dodging the collapsing masonry and was buried beneath an avalanche of falling rock.
Crash! Rumble-slam!
Given the scale of the dungeon, the volume of rubble was staggering. Under ordinary circumstances, any humanoid frame would have been crushed into pulp. My relief, however, was short-lived.
With a violent clatter of stone, she shoved the debris aside and hauled herself upright. Sparks crackled from the seams of her skin as her joints ground together with a harsh screech.
"Unexpected structural collapse. Frame damage accumulated. Pain index: minimal. Minor external injuries sustained... However, internal self-repair functions have degraded with age and are non-operational."
So she can't regenerate if she gets broken. That's something. On top of that, her mention of a "pain index" confirmed that she actually felt sensation. Even so, the murderous intent in her eyes had not dimmed in the slightest, locked unwaveringly onto me.
"Diagnostic complete. Pursuit may continue without hindrance. Expediting capture to proceed with vivisection."
Dammit, it would've been nice if she short-circuited and shut down right there. But wait—if she could register pain, even minimally, didn't that mean strong enough sensory stimuli could paralyze her?
Rumble, crash!
Luring her through another choke point to slow her down, I rapidly pieced together a countermeasure. Crushing her under cave-ins or standard lethal traps was clearly useless against that monstrous durability. But if she possessed sensory receptors—if she was capable of feeling—then sensory overload might just stop her in her tracks.
"Gotta try something."
Now that I had bought some distance, I aimed my hands at the array of traps lining the corridor. Channeling my mana, I began disassembling and reconfiguring the mechanisms. Fortunately, while my Master's traps were brutally lethal, she had crafted these during her novice days, meaning their foundational circuitry was relatively simple.
Disarming them was a breeze. I swiftly laced the mechanisms with the specialized chemical reagents I had brought in my satchel, tweaking the arcane triggers until the lethal gauntlet was transformed into an entirely new breed of trap.
Craaaash!
Right on cue, the vicious golem burst through into the modified sector. Bearing little more than superficial scratches on her synthetic skin, she raised a hand crackling with compressed power, her voice flat and menacing.
"Commencing intruder elimination. Surrender quietly, and your dissection will be conducted painlessly."
"...I die either way, so isn't telling me to give up without resisting a bit much?"
"From the moment you stepped into this dungeon, you forfeited all choice. Surrender peacefully. And die."
Step. Step.
She marched steadily forward, entering the kill zone. The moment her foot pressed down, a sharp click resonated through the hall. True to form, she didn't bother dodging, taking the trap's payload head-on.
A dense plume of pinkish vapor erupted, engulfing her whole—a gas infused with potent aphrodisiacs.
"...Poison gas?"
"Yup, a custom blend. Don't you feel something shifting inside your body?"
Bathing in the mist, she cast a brief, analytical glance over herself. Her brows knitted in a faint frown, clearly registering an anomaly within her circuits, but having detected no fatal damage, she resumed her advance without hesitation.
"Futile. Poisons have no effect on this synthetic body."
"We'll see about that."
Click.
Another step, another trigger. The floor erupted in a dazzling blast of concussive force—the disarmament trap.
Bang!
"...?!"
Her maid uniform was instantly shredded into scraps of flying fabric, leaving her stark naked. As she froze in alarm, my jaw nearly dropped at the sight of her fair, immaculate skin.
Damn... I thought a synthetic body wouldn't do anything for me, but she's got all the right parts in all the right places!
Her breasts were firm and perfectly shaped, neither too large nor too small. Truly, a masterpiece worthy of being called the ultimate real doll!
"Disarmament... A cheap, underhanded trick...!"
Evidently rattled by the trap's unconventional nature, she flared her mana in outrage. But in that very instant, the pressure plate beneath her foot sank.
Click.
Arcs of electrical current surged from the floor tiles.
Bzzzz-crackle!!
"Ah, aaagh, oooh~~♥♥!"
The instant the current flashed through her, her spine snapped straight. The hand she had aimed at me dropped, and her legs wobbled beneath her.
"W-what? What is this...? Voltage of this magnitude... why is it...?"
Of course it worked. The voltage wasn't designed to deal lethal damage—it was calibrated purely to stimulate nerve endings. And with her sensory receptors hyper-sensitized by the aphrodisiac gas, every single volt sent waves of intense pleasure rippling through every fiber of her flesh.
Bzzzt, bzzzt!
"Ngh... aaahn...♥"
As the rhythmic shocks coursed through her, the noises spilling past her lips melted into lewd, breathy moans. Overwhelmed by sensations entirely alien to her processing core, she halted and wrapped her arms around herself. Yet, refusing to be subdued, she gritted her teeth and stubbornly dragged one foot forward.
"Pain can be endured. Pain is merely... a warning signal from the frame. If tolerated, operational capacity remains unimpaired..."
Haha, pain? Oh, you poor, confused doll. What you're feeling right now is pure ecstasy.
Click.
With another metallic latch snapping open, a specialized device burst up from the floorboards. Designed exclusively to vibrate at high frequency, it aligned precisely between her thighs, wedging firmly against her dripping slit. Combined with the electrical currents coursing through her body, it rattled her clitoris and labia with ruthless intensity.
"Ngh, ah, aah, aaaaah~♥!"
Yes, she was feeling it. Even as a synthetic golem, a non-human entity, her artificial nerves—crafted to emulate humanity—were now drowning in carnal bliss.
"W-why? What is this? My neural conduits are burning... Logic circuits fading to white... W-why...?"
Bzzz-whirrrrr!
"Ah, nnngh, o-oh, aaahn~♥! S-stop, something is rising... welling up... Th-this is d-dangerooous...!"
Pushed far past her threshold, she hugged her torso tightly, her head snapping back as her lower body violently convulsed.
Sploosh!
"Aaaah, haaaahngh~~~~♥♥♥!"
A torrential, lewd fountain of squirt erupted from her crotch—a vulgar display unthinkable for a mechanical guardian. The sheer intensity of the climax robbed her limbs of all strength, sending her crashing to her knees on the stone floor.
She had cum. Completely wrecked by my traps, the first orgasm of her artificial life had fried her cognitive faculties.
"Ah, nnh, ooh...♥ What... was that...♥"
Utterly oblivious to how indecent she looked, she sprawled there with her thighs splayed wide, panting softly. Looking down at her, a hot surge tightened in my groin. I had been too busy running for my life to dwell on it, but stripped bare, this guardian golem possessed an erotic allure that easily surpassed most human women.
The soft, perky swell of her breasts, the tightly tucked crease between her thighs that clearly had never known intrusion... Damn it, I couldn't hold back anymore.
"This is your fault, you know. You're the one who pissed off my dick."
"Eh? W-what...? What... are you aiming at me...?"
Her eyes went wide as I gripped her fallen hips and rubbed my rock-hard cock against her wet slit. Just like my Master, she was thoroughly innocent, devoid of any sexual knowledge. Watching that pristine ignorance practically set my sadistic urges ablaze.
I wonder what kind of face an emotionless doll makes when a thick cock plows into her?
"Alright, I'm going to put it inside you now. Brace yourself."
"Eh? W-wait—"
Squish!
"Oh, ohoooogh~♥♥!"
My shaft punched straight into her wet, tight passage, breaching a firm resistance. Along with her slick juices, a streak of crimson leaked from our seam. Unbelievable—she was a synthetic golem, yet her creator had actually built a hymen into her design.
In a world where pregnancy and childbirth were foreign concepts, a construct still retained virginity? It was so absurdly unfair it made my cock throb even harder.
"Ah, nnh... B-body feels strange... Putting that inside feels strange... Why? S-something is piercing my inside... Feels weird..."
Skewered on my shaft, the doll babbled in total confusion. Her sheer innocence was the finest aphrodisiac, spicing up the thrill until my hips began pumping instinctively.
Squelch, squelch!
"Ah, hnngh, a-aaah~♥!"
Despite her rigid joints and durable frame, her interior was softer and more intricate than the finest premium onahole. Every thrust provoked an eager, clamping spasm, wrapping around my cock with divine friction.
With each collision, her supple breasts jiggled invitingly before my eyes. God, this is incredible. Since things turned out this way, I'm going to teach this deadly weapon every single pleasure sex has to offer.
"Haaah... How does it feel? Feels good getting plowed by my cock, doesn't it?"
"I-I don't know... this... Going in and out... Body feels strange... D-different from pain, why...? N-nerves are misfiring, what... what is this...♥"
"Phew, you're so fucking hot. Wonder if you'll clamp down tighter if I dig all the way to the back?"
"W-wait—"
Clack-clack-clack-clack!
"Ah, o-ooh, aaah~♥! O-ooh, ooooh~~♥!"
Her eyes rolled back halfway as all thought of resistance dissolved, completely lost in the rhythm of our bodies. Overwhelmed by a surge of primal dominance, I pulled her hips flush against mine and drove deep, ready to fill her to the brim.
"Ngh, I can't hold it back anymore. I'm shooting inside, alright? You're a golem anyway, so there's no risk of getting knocked up."
"Shooting... inside? W-what... S-stop, I do not understand, but stop... no more...!"
Slap, slap, slap!
"Ah, ngh, o-ooh, aah~♥! A-again, it is coming again~~♥♥!"
Another tidal wave of climax snapped her remaining thread of reason. Sensing her internal walls shuddering around me in total surrender, I buried my length to the hilt and unleashed everything.
Spuuuurt, spuuurt~~!!
"Aaah, ooooh~♥♥!"
Her climax clamped down on my shaft like a vice, milking every last drop. When I finally slid out from her tight depths, a thick concoction of milky semen blended with virgin blood came dribbling out of her gaping hole.
Phew... she was so tight I blew a massive load. If she had been human, this would've knocked her up on the spot. Shifting my weight, I brought my semen-slick dick right up to her face, rubbing the glistening head against her lips.
"Heh, ngh... What... is this...♥"
"Well, my dick got pretty dirty, so it needs cleaning. Mind licking it clean with that mouth of yours?"
"R-refused... To an intruder... the only recompense... is death..."
Right. Come to think of it, she had been trying to murder me just minutes ago. Wondering how best to defuse her hostility, I remembered the key I had used to unlock the dungeon entrance and held it up before her eyes.
"Recognize this?"
"That is... Lady Isabella's...?"
"Yeah. You see, I'm Master Isabella's apprentice. Which makes me the new Master of this dungeon, so to speak... So, think you can trust me?"
She blinked her dazed eyes slowly, processing the information. Once the logic settled into her cognitive matrix, the hostility melted from her flat voice.
"The successor to Lady Isabella... the new Master... Then, you are... my new Master?"
"Mmh, pretty much."
Calling me 'Master' meant she had officially acknowledged me as her owner. Honestly, having such a gorgeous, ridiculously sexy doll by my side offering up her pussy whenever I wanted wasn't a bad deal at all... Ah, damn it. My cock was twitching upright again.
Whatever. I'd already crossed the line; might as well go all the way.
"Uh, how about we finish cleaning my dick first before we continue talking?"
I nudged my re-hardening shaft toward her, and she stared at it in quiet bewilderment. Even so, unable to disobey a direct order from her new Master, her trembling lips parted and her little pink tongue peeked out.
"...Master's orders shall be obeyed. Though the logic escapes me."
Slurp, gulp. Clumsily, she began licking and sucking my cock clean. To think that the very combat golem who had been hellbent on slaughtering me moments ago was now dutifully bobbing her head on my dick—the sense of conquest swelling in my chest was intoxicating.
Heheh, so this maid is going to be my personal real doll from now on, huh?
"By the way, what's your name?"
"Yu... Yuria... slrurp, mmph...♥"
"Right. Nice to have you with me, Yuria. Let's do our best to build a great dungeon together."
"Y-yes... mmph, haaah~♥"
She kept bobbing her head obediently even as I stroked her hair. Watching her surrender so completely, I couldn't help but look forward to the days ahead in this dungeon.