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[Verse]

Reikan Hasawa was the kind of man who thrived in Code City. With its once pristine, now entirely compromised government, it was a piece of land near the ocean where criminals could reach their highest potential. With business opportunities from both the wealthy elite, and the masses, legit and seedy ventures were ripe for the taking. Code City was dilapidated in part, but speckled through with glass and steel towers. The whole city was online, and credits flowed. Poverty stunk up the outer walls of the rich, and powerful men and women were brought down a notch by their rebelling, oppressed employees regularly. Though, it was clear that the rich were winning.

And the rich needed their contraband.

The Hasawa League was Code's go-to underground conglomerate for the newest chemicals. Lately, what with the rise of implants and augmentation, there'd been a wave of new ways to get high digitally, if you were built like that. It was one of the reasons Reikan himself was visiting this hide-away factory and clinic. He'd sunk a lot of money into it, all from illicit gains, paved by the lives of those who OD on his wares, and those who continually subscribed to the stream of dangerous highs her provided Code. Still, it was his money, his credits locked up in these smuggled machines and a veritable wealth of implants and materials. Hasawa was going to be the foremost provider of Code's Boosted crowd, now that it was taking off in other places of the world. Demand was high, and his League was one of the few that had the means to start something up around here.

Even though they were in the beginning stages of most of the procedures, the factory was up and running. A trickle of clients had signed up, and smaller surgeries had already taken place. Some of his girls, meaning the ones who worked in his brothels, had been volunteered involuntarily to some pleasure-oriented alterations. They were a hit, and right now a novelty, in some chosen locations. It was one of the perks of a city like Code; your credit line was your life line. And he could choke people with it, leash them with it. The poor females had no say, but he would argue they were better now than ever before, with shiny new legs to spread, and some of the well used whores got new silicone pussies, designed for the costumer's pleasure. A myriad of other things were in the works. He would bury this city in sparkling, chrome debauchery.

This "office party" was taking place in one of the manager's suites, overlooking the factory floor. Some bands were rolling, some late night workers trying to produce and assemble parts that would be used once things were up and running at a higher capacity. Those lights and noises and magnesium sparks made good ambiance through the protective glass to the suite. In there, Reikan was shin deep in a pair of au natural tiddies, and drinking up the scent of lotion and perfume of the girl in question. She had a cleavage that went down to the belt of her dress, glued on or fastened with double sided tape. She had been resting in the couch from whatever libations she'd taken, and he'd felt like taking advantage. It had been a long while since any woman could protest to anything he did to them. This one giggled sluggishly when he stuck his hand between her and her dress, down her stomach and cupping her shaven pussy. She'd come here knowing she'd get fucked, they all did, but this one seemed to appreciate that fact. He curled his fingers to test her cunt's temperature, and she wasn't half bad. Slick already.

He was contemplating whipping his cock out right then, do the girl a favor, when Marko shouted from the surveillance pod, tucked away in the corner of the room. Reikan rolled his eyes and sat up. He thought her heard the girl sigh and he winked at her. She could be a pretty high earner with that attitude. He came over, black suit and neon shirt and all, to stand by Marko's chair, and look at the mounted screen. "This better be fucking revelatory, Marky." he said. Reikan's sharp features refected back at him from a black screen, the only one that wasn't partially or fully holographic.

"This chick... I think you wanna see her." Marko said and tapped the glass. And Reikan grinned, and his reflection frightened Marko a bit, even though he'd already seen some bad shit, working with Hasawa. "Should I get her in here?" he asked.

"Obviously."

 

[Rania Lark]

The street sat in a sharp contrast to the glittering colourful lights that dotted the high-rise buildings where the wealthy lorded over their oppressed subjects, forcing further and further stratification within the same blocks. While the wealthy laughed and cavorted in their glittering offices and opulent apartments, the majority struggled to provide enough for their families, rising up violently every month in a different district.

This poverty was where Amali was born. Her parents were the lowest of custodians within the high-rise buildings. Tasked with cleaning up the messes, they were paid little, if at all as the rich tossed crusts of bread at their feet, demanding they take it to their children like dogs. Living in a decrepit hovel, they desperately tried to provide for their daughter while attempting to move their positions to work beneath one of the more benevolent powers that be. But alas, that was not in their future.

Caught within one of the violent uprisings, Amali’s parents were forced into a firefight. Killed brutally and left in the streets as a reminder that those who fought would be dealt with accordingly, leaving their young daughter an orphan far too soon.

But Amali found her strength within the hardship of her life. She took to the shadows, pickpocketing and stealing whatever she could to survive, the label of ‘street rat’ seemed a propos. And within a few years, she had become adept at pilfering. It wasn’t just for survival anymore and Amali found a rush in ensuring that she had an average lean-to and more than enough food to eat. She didn’t hit the same district twice in a row and had made a habit to move house frequently to avoid detection. Not that the rich noticed when a few credits were missing from their accounts. She had even managed to hack into a credit line bracelet and program it to transfer credits from other bracelets with just a touch. Her skills had proven quite lucrative.

This night, she had chosen to hit the Sky district after hearing of a ‘party’ being held at one of the factories. It didn’t take long to find the line of cars parked on the street outside and the bustle of people in shiny new suits and dresses as they approached the doors.

Amali was objectively attractive. With long, wavy brown hair and face framing bangs, her blue eyes peeked out from beneath full lashes. Her cheekbones sat high on her face and in the rare occasion she smiled, two slight dimples indented her cheeks. Though she wasn’t starving, Amali was slim but strong, with the slightest of outlines of musculature along her tanned skin.

The thief was wearing a non-descript outfit consisting of dark, ripped pants, a black tank top topped with a hooded black leather jacket. The outfit was completed with a pair of lace up black combat boots. As she approached the factory, Amali pulled up her hood, tilting her head downwards to avoid the sight of the many cameras that dotted the buildings, constantly observing for any uprisings. Moving quickly, she made her way through the growing crowd of people, embedding herself in the centre before meticulously clicking her credit bracelet against any other one she caught sight of. Moving like she was a pedestrian moving past the other people, she accumulated at least 100 credits before she exited the crowd and continued to walk up the street before turning a corner and disappearing from view.

It was in this moment a deep voice spoke behind her, freezing Amali in her tracks. “Well, what have we here?” the voice growled right before a large arm wrapped around her neck, yanking the thief backwards against a man that was at least a foot taller than her. Amali’s hands instinctively went up to dig her nails into the hairy forearm but she wasn’t fast enough as a prick was pushed into her neck. Immediately, a warmth expanded from the bee sting feeling, encompassing her whole neck in less than a second. Within another second, her mind began to swim and her vision blurred before her entire body went limp, her eyes rolling back into her head as she lost consciousness, held up by the large stranger’s arm still wrapped tightly against her neck.

 

[Verse]

They had seen the traces of her digital magic like glitter in the air, trails after her bracelets. They were all criminals at the top of their specialty, and Marky was no exception. The filters and scans on his cameras were something else. And even if this thief could bypass the security of their guests, she could not avoid the sudden change in credits as a result. Marky's scans picked it up, and made it more user friendly by highlighting it in realtime, on the physical screen that displayed the feed of several mounted and hidden cameras, as well as patrolling drones. If Reikan was being honest, none of it excited him as much as the look of her. He was grinning like the monster he was, by the end of it, and sending Torpe was just a formality. The girl, tagged by the recog system as a Amali, was in their custody soon. Reikan enjoyed how her eyes rolled back, and would endeavor to do that to her himself, later.

He actually stood by the door of the newly lit part of the factory, away from the office that was brimming with festivities. He held his arms out when the large man came with the order of freshly sedated urchin. Torpe might be strong, but he knew the limits of a man's strength, and obeyed Rei blindly. He dropped the young woman into their boss's hold, and Rei caught her greedily. She was in her tanktop when he set her down on the slab shaped almost like an ergonomic gamer chair, made out of metal. He took freedoms with her top, and pushed his hands underneath the fabric, to caress up her stomach firmly, and then acquire her breasts, whether it be underneath her bra, or directly, if she had none on. Either way he'd end up with handfuls of Amali's breasts.

When he rolled her nipples between his thumbs and index fingers, the stimulation or the duration of the drug, or both, should be enough that she'd slowly wake up. "Hello, thief." he said. His face would be the first thing she saw, and then the medical lamps beyond it. She would recognize his transgression upon her bodily rights, but when she moved to do anything about it, metal crescents would roll out to catch her wrists against the slab. He'd let her struggle while he squeezed her breasts harder, making sure that his fingers would leave marks that may never have the time to bruise.

"I know you're stealing from my guests, obviously." he said and retreated, leaving her top indignantly eschewed, both breasts spilled out. All the men wondered what size and shape. He ripped the bracelet off her and dangled it in front of her. Throwing it over his shoulder, Torpe would catch. "And that would usually cost you your life, we're just simple people having a simple party," he said and stabbed his thumb back, where a window in this part of the facility faced the office where the libations were going. "But I'm in a good mood, so I'll settle for something just short of it." he said. The laughter from the men manning the panels and machines around her was mocking. "I'm sure you'll find it a bargain."

 

[Rania Lark]

Amali’s unconsciousness was uninterrupted by dreams or awareness of her surroundings as the large man hoisted her up over his shoulder. She flopped over his back, her brown hair swaying out of her hood and from side to side with each step as he swayed into the factory. As he moved towards a corner of the large warehouse a space revealed itself. It consisted of a metal slab hinged in the middle like a strange table and chair hybrid. Overtop large, round medical lights sat intimidatedly staring down like giants over the poor victim in the centre. Around the space were various arms and monitors with men sitting in swivel chairs staring up at various images on the screens as white led’s flashed in their faces when each new window was opened.

Before Amali was placed onto the metal slab, the burly man passed her off to his boss before pulling the coat off her arms, tossing it to the side like a piece of trash. She was then laid on the slab, her head tilting to the side while her arms were pulled to rest on the armrests on either side of her. His hands then moved to the hem of her black tank top, pulling it up before roughly sliding beneath the underwire of her simple black bra, pushing that up to expose her breasts to the cool air of the room.

As his fingers began to roughly pinch her nipples, Amali’s groaned in discomfort. Her eyes cyan coloured eyes fluttered open slowly as her captor’s voice invaded her ears. Instinctively, her hands moved to push him away from her. It was a survival technique she had mastered from years of living below the line of legality. But as soon as her muscles contracted, a hiss echoed from the slab and metal cuffs emerged from the armrests, circling her wrists and trapping them down against the chair.

Amali went from peacefully and slowly waking up to jolting forwards in the chair, her arms still trapped against the arm rests while his fingers pressed painfully into the soft, sensitive flesh of her feminine mounds. Clenching her teeth, she desperately twisted in his grasp, trying fruitlessly to get away from him as he forced her shirt and bra further up towards her neck.

Then, just as he had grasped her breasts, the man abandoned her to turn away from her. Amali immediately turned her attention to the metal cuffs holding her wrists to the slab while her hips bucked and her booted feet scrambled to push her body upwards, trying to pull her hands from the restraints. But they held her tight and she stopped struggling just as he turned back towards her. Inhaling sharply, Amali glared at him as he ripped the hacked bracelet from her wrist and tossing it to the thug standing a couple feet behind him.

She clenched her teeth and a tinge of fear crossed over her features for a split second as he revealed that her petty thievery could cost her her life. But it was only for a second before the anger and struggle returned. Her gaze narrowed as she shook her head at his assertion of having a ‘simple party’. “A simple party at the cost of exploitation,” she sneered at him her fingers gripping the armrests of the metal slab.

But his words only continued, revealing that he wasn’t going to kill her and give her a ‘bargain’ of a punishment. Her nostrils flared in fear and anger as she pressed her back against the slab. “What are you going to do?” she asked between her clenched teeth, her chest heaving with each breath as a tinge of panic began to wash through her body.

 

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She was a pretty thing, laid there. He suppose he would have settled for any victim for his current ambitions, but this Amali was perfect. And her breasts were something else. The mere fact that she could do absolutely nothing about it was quaint to him. Something he always enjoyed, and would usually take for granted. He abused his power and tested the little buds that tipped her soft hills. It was exciting to see her wake up. And still, throughout it all, the men around him would see a rather carefree and not at all too vivid expression on the dangerous man. As delightful as it was to violate her, he'd done it many times before, to people just like her. It was lovely, but not new. Her noises were delicious though, waking up.

He watched her squirm and try to stop what was happening. Now this he liked. The awakening of her, and her realization of her continued nightmare. The muscles drawing to no avail were visible on her arms and where they connected through her shoulders. The men hooted at her spirited jerking, but she was exposed, tits out from her clothing, and Reikan made a show of it. He backhanded her breasts twice, and since he'd had such practice with that particular maneuver, he'd hit true and hard. "Oh! Look at her go!" he shouted and the cheers raised in volume around him.

He let her buck all she wanted, it presented her labia as she thrust herself up. The taking of her bracelet seemed to cement something for her, and she did take his words to heart. A girl like her wouldn't have the naivety of some princess who suddenly found herself on the wrong end of the socioeconomicall spectrum. Probably meant she'd have more bite than them too, though. Not that it would help her in the slightest. He could have done this to armies of men. A thief, however proficient, was just one person. And now her nimble skills were of no use, strapped down with the rest of her. It was gratifying breaking something who thought they were free.

He laughed suddenly at her retort. The others chimed in as though she was the simplest person they'd ever heard. Exploitation? "Oh, so you're a rebel? A hero?" he asked and had another fit of amusement. "Yeah, I can see your Robin Hood bit right now." he actually had to wipe a tear from one eye, having laughed so hard. He shook his finger at her. "This one, guys, she's a comedian." His eyes darkened somewhat when she finally understood her position, and her moxy faded into dread. It made him a little hard, in his tailored slack. What was he going to do?

"I'm going to change you for the better, Amali." he told her. "But first, I want a taste of how you are now."

The chair had a rudimentary function, a base program that came with all of these kind of things. The cuffs around her boot ankles held her tight while her legs were parted, and the seat under her disappeared. Her only support now were under the soles of her boots, behind her knees, and her upper back. She was in a half sitting position so she could see him, when he took out a thin blade from the inner pocket of his jacket. He came over to her, real close, standing between her legs. Metal arms were moving all around her, getting ready. But it was Reikan that started cutting, making short work of her clothing. First her top and bra, to fully release her tits, and then he sliced up her jeans, eager to see her panties, which were probably also black, before he also cut them out of the way, producing the poor thief naked, and spread.

He rested the cutter on her pussy mound, over her slit, where her pubic hair was, if she had any. She'd know to keep still then, as his other hand unzipped him, and took out a hulking, monstrous cock. It was rock hard from what he was doing to her. The head was dark and the rest of it was ugly. But there was power emanating from it. "Think of this as an initiation to your new life." he said as the metal arms around her, mounted on machines, also got closer.

 

[Rania Lark]

Just as Amali moved her feet, more metal cuffs emerged from the strange slab and encircled her booted ankles, pinning them down and trapping her more, making her helpless to the psychopath’s whims standing above her. She twisting in the chair, desperately pulling and twisting at the hardened steel circlets but it was no use and the man seemed to grow amused and tired of it at the same time.

Suddenly, a painful slap came down on the side of her exposed breast. Amali inhaled sharply, a gasp of pain forcing her mouth open before she clamped it shut again, a groan of agony emerging from her throat as a deep red mark in the shape of a hand appeared along the side of her sensitive orb. Just as her right breast stopped trembling, a second slap echoed throughout the large room causing an involuntary cry of pain and a desperate twist in Amali’s waist as she struggled to get away from the pain being brought down on her trapped body.

But her pain was quickly replaced with anger once again as he mocked her predicament to all the men surrounding her. His laughs only served to fuel her rage as he claimed her to be rebel, one of the strong leaders of the uprisings. She was nothing of the sort but he didn’t need to know that. Amali was far too smart to let him know that she was nothing more than a lowly street rat, a thief with no allies to speak of. She wouldn’t be missed if she went missing, though that seemed a moot point.

But his laughter cut through her body, tensing her muscles as her fingers curled around the arms of the chair, her knuckles whitening with the tightness. But her anger changed once again to surprise as a buzzing sound echoed from beneath her. The metal beneath her legs split down the middle and began to move apart, forcing her trapped legs with it. A wave of realization passed over the thief’s features as she understood his words of ‘tasting’ her as she was in that moment.

It was only solidified as the metal beneath her hips holding them up disappeared, leaving her body in a strange hanging position, her backside hanging down slightly beneath the slab while her legs sat wide open like a door read to be entered if not for the thick layer of cotton of her jeans.

But her captor was quick to reveal how he remedied that when the flash of metal emerged from his jacket while numerous metal arms began to move loudly behind him. Amali for her part was starting to panic, her fear evident even through her strength as he moved between her spread legs as the blade came up to cut through the thin cotton of her simple black tank top, letting the two halves of it fall to her shoulders while he slid the blade beneath the centre satin of her bra. Pulling up, he sliced through that, her bra falling back against her arms as well leaving her chest and abs exposed to every man surrounding her. But he didn’t stop there, pulling her jeans out from the confines of her boots and slipping the blade beneath the seam before slicing up quickly. Amali struggled against him as he made quick work of the rest of her clothes, cutting the jeans to shreds before pulling them from her body, leaving her completely naked save for the boots on her feet.

Amali struggled furiously, her hands and ankles struggling as the arms continued to move about her body, that was, until she felt the cold steel of something sharp pressing against her body, just above her neatly trimmed mound. Gritting her teeth, her eyes narrowed as she lifted her head to look at the man as he undid the zipper on his trousers, pulling out his already erect manhood. Amali’s eyes widened while her breath quickened causing her chest to heave. Goosebumps rose up over her skin as she stared, horrified at the sight of his massive cock while the numerous arms began to close in around her.

 

[Verse]

Her responses were good. Her body was healthy and the blush after the abuse from his hand rushed to her tit, coloring it exactly where his abuse had landed. She fought the bindings, and she failed. He had stacked this meeting endlessly against her. At least her body might know that, even if her spirit tried to show some resilience. Amali wasn't military. Her survival in this world hadn't been through force that she applied, it had been through some sleight of hand and knowledge of how to shuffle credits. She could buck all she wanted. Without enhancements her flesh had no chance of unbending or snapping the metal cuffs. She did look so enticing, thrusting her hips to get away. Her flare of anger was titillating, too. In his experience, thieves could be very self-righteous.

They were all treated to a dip in her fury when the chair changed to accommodate Reikan's whims. The engineering of it was simple. Of course any restraining equipment should have a function that let him fuck the captive. It was only common sense. Her expression was priceless, especially at the tail end of looking like she would kill him, if given half the chance. A contained girl, now served up for whatever her male captor wanted. He could see in her that she may understand the implications of her new pose, and smiled widely at her as it sank in. The environment, full of hydraulic machines with metal appendages, screens and fully clad men was perhaps not what Amali would call sensual. But she wouldn't be so daft as to not gather what violent men like him wanted from nimble bodied women who had stolen from him, at least initially. He wouldn't be playing the part of a powerful entity in Code City if he didn't at least made her feel uncomfortable in her skin, and what may be done to it. After all, she did not belong to herself, anymore.

He looked her over, sighing with dark pleasure when she exhibited her dread as she was cut out of her clothing. One of his brows raised, as though asking 'really?' at the finer material to her bra, but it was dispatched all the same. Her athletic abilities showed in her useless struggle, and it let him see just what kind of physical creature he had the pleasure of reshaping, today. The way he looked at her as he uncovered her, slice by slice, was exactly like a human being surveying an animal, cattle. He had his fun, and in the end, there she was. The men appreciated that she still had her footwear on, to underline her nudity.

He was excited when the discovery of his cock, along with the kiss of the knife to her pelvic hill, calmed her somewhat. She had some self-preservation in her, too. "That's right." he cooed when she held still. His cock nuzzled her gathered labia to rub his slit up against the beginning of her inner folds. The knife started shaving away at her, whether she had any hair there or not. "You just stay put." he encouraged, as though it wasn't the weapon held to her womanhood that was petrifying her in place. He applied more pressure, more than used to the techniques of fucking women in this exact position.

He wouldn't stop until her body stretched around him, until his cock was underneath those abs. He huffed, inclined toward pleasure and having no reservations to enjoying himself. Soon the stranger was making a home inside Amali's pussy, his cock inserted as deep as she was deep. The scanned schematics of her anatomy on a screen showed just where within her he was, as the head of his cock collided with her cervix. "She's a good fit for you, boss, but a little tight still. You still want to keep all her reproductive organs, right?" a man with thick glasses and oversized turn-down collar shirt asked while tapping away on a holographic keyboard. He was rather engrossed in seeing the 3D mock-up of Reikan's cock ravaging Amali's pussy in realtime.

"Yeah." Reikan breathed out, caught in the rhythm of gouging out her cunt with his hulking cock, and looking at it. "You wanna keep your pussy and womb, right? Makes it easier for you to be my robo whore." he said to her, even though she couldn't really know what all that meant, yet, only that it wasn't good news for her.

And, just as he said it, one of the thinnest metal arms darted forward, from her side, armed with a rather long syringe with a bulbous delivery chamber, filled with transparent liquid. When the needle broke the skin of her sideboob, it went in rather far before depositing all of the sedatives. Incidentally, there'd be a few traces of an aphrodisiac there too. And a drug that would confuse her nerves as the other arms got closer to her, and started to do their work.

 

[Rania Lark]

Amali felt her captor’s gaze moving over her body like she was some piece of meat. And her struggles ceased when the knife pressed against her most sensitive of areas where any movement could spell grave injury. And his movement to position himself directly between her legs as he cooed like she was some good dog. Her eyes narrowed at his words while her biceps rippled while her fingertips pressed into the armrests as he moved closer to her, his erect cock brushing against her exposed slit before pressing between her exposed lips.

He then pulled the knife towards him, applying pressure against the sensitive skin of her mound while slicing through the small triangle of black hair that framed her womanhood. Just as the knife reached the top of her slit, he began to push forward, forcing his large erect cock into her unwilling tunnel. Immediately, Amali groaned in protest, her muscles contracting in a fruitless attempt to stop the intruder’s advances into her body. The knife moved back up to the top of her mound before slicing down through the rest of the thick, curly hair coating her mound, leaving her completely exposed to the cool air of the factory.

Amali arched her back, desperately trying to pull away from the intrusion and assault as he moved his hips forward, forcing more and more of his erect length into her moist tunnel. Beads of sweat bubbled up along her stomach and forehead as Amali struggled to take his girth as he forced more and more of his length into her body until he was pushed as far as he could go, pressing his hips against her ass as he stood still for a moment and another voice emerged from behind one of the monitors.

Amali’s eyes widened as she lifted her head slightly to see a man typing away, speaking about her ‘keeping’ her reproductive organs. “What?” Amali gasped out, her chest heaving as he pulled backwards slightly before forcing his length into her again, pumping slowly in and out of her unwilling body, forcing her back up and down on the metal as it grew sticky behind her back.

Her attention was immediately pulled back to her captor as he mentioned her wanting to ‘keep’ her feminine organs and talking about her being a ‘robo-whore’. Opening her mouth to speak, to question what was going on when suddenly a sting of pain exploded along her right breast. Gasping in pain, Amali’s attention was drawn down to one of the metal arms plunging a syringe into her breast before the plunger was pushed down, forcing the entire contents of the syringe into her body.

Within seconds, her mind began to swim and her eyes lost focus. Her head fell back against the slab as he continued forcing himself into and out of her body. Suddenly a warmth began deep in her core as her body began to respond to the assault on her womanhood. Her moist tunnel began to drip as it grew lubricated against his cock, her arousal becoming evident as the rest of her body began to lose sensation. Turning her head back and forth, Amali desperately tried to clear her head as the glint of more arms began to approach her. “Nnnnghhhh, nggggnooo,” she muttered as her arms and legs lost all feeling and her struggles stopped, her mind swimming with terror and arousal as her words got lost in struggled gasps and moans.

 

[Verse]

He looked as her pussy was made to eat his cock, all the while he was cutting up the neat garden of hair that she had groomed for herself. Her tautness was delightful, crushing his cock and making its stay inside her all the better. It was a strange reflex women had, to make things more pleasurable for people who would invade them. He continued with his task of shaving her clean, as though she wasn't providing him with enough stimulation already, with her pussy beset by his manhood, filling her thieving body up. Her sounds were great, though ones of protest, and he tested her depth with his length, to see which one would win out. She was slick, at least, and he thought that was a point to her credit. "Oh, seems like you like it." he mocked her.

Despite her athletic build, she was struggling to host him. The valley at the center of her abdominal muscles glistened with her perspiration and enhanced the contrasts there. Didn't slow his cock down, and it was his turn to groan, much more accepting and allowing, than she had, when her pussy enveloped his cock. He was fucking her when she was worried by the tech's question. Reikan nodded to her one word question. He was finding a good back and forth inside her, and was enamored by the sound her sticky skin made against the metal he'd placed her on, and affixed her to. He sighed at the lovely motions, keeping his cock warm and tended to.

She tightened up before she could press further on the matter, even though she'd obviously meant to. He grunted at the new hug of her cunt when she was stuck and then impregnated with the sedative and drug. It worked fast, and soon his cock was making squelching sounds in her soaked pussy. "I think she's pretty compatible with our brands." he muttered to himself as he fucked her harder. He was rather brutal with her as the arms got closer to her. Eventually two prongs lifted out of two arms, and between these prongs lasers were established. By lengthening the distance between the prongs, the length of the laser could be adjusted.

He huffed with delight when the red-light lines pushed against her skin. The drugs would confuse her nerves, and who knows what she felt while she was being cut up. Mostly the drugs would funnel her sensations toward his cock inside her. Not every altered human would be able to say they were getting off as they were getting remade.

"This is the first time we've ever done anything so extensive." one of the overseeing engineers muttered to himself as he watched the stats and controlled the hardware being prepped from the thick, bio-phile liquid. "And since the flesh-trade with orgborgs is experimental, who knows if she'll be compatible with this level of enhancement. Let alone the neural load."

Reikan had never gotten to see a girl disassembled, her very nerves exposed and plucked bare before him, to the point where he could watch his own cock go in and out of her pussy tunnel underneath. She was reduced to her parts, glistening and red. Her heart was spared, as was her lungs, the tissue her of breasts but not the skin, and her digestive organs. A vat was raised from the floor to contain her. Her face was mostly intact and her brain kept close to it by metal support pillars. Reikan thrust into her even when she didn't have an ass or the inside of her thighs to meet him. Instead they added metal plates to take the brunt of his thrusts as her still functioning pussy and folds continued to be ravaged all through her process.

Eventually, when he seeded her, and moaned in triumph, she was just the very essentials of a woman, kept in thick, transparent liquid, and saved from the pain because her brain was still overloaded with the sedative. Her nerves should be humming with arousal and the overstimulation of having been fucked, bypassing most of the pain response that would have otherwise made her mad.

And then, in the vat where her remains floated around in a silicone mold mostly resembling her old body, new parts were added. They shone in chrome, colored silicones, and even some gold plating. The softer materials integrated with her naked nerves, and the metal became the framework of her larger bodyparts. Batteries were attached to her remaining organs, and her new spine was fitted to her, closing and latching around her synapses to keep them together, let them keep broadcasting. To complete the look, they gave her teal and exotic hair.

Reikan, who was already hopped-up on having fucked her while watching her transformation, laughed merrily as the others were hard at work at keeping her alive through the process, and make sure her humans leftovers were compatible with the state-of the art sex-prothesis components.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, feigning great concern for the woman still mostly submerged in the bio-fluids that was helping to store her organs and nerves. Would she ever hear through the erogenous sedation?

 

[Rania Lark]

The knife continued it’s infernal movement over Amali’s most intimate of skin, shearing through the shortened triangle of hair that adorned atop her femininity all the while his cock filled her, stretching her womanhood to the limits as he forced himself into her body over and over again. All her struggles only served to pull him deeper into her, his horrific movements, forcing her back up and down along the metal slab while the aphrodisiac in the injection forced her to lubricate the invasion, her own body betraying her mind as she unwillingly accepted his muscle into her waiting hole. His words of her liking it cut through her core while her nerves began to fray, the feeling in her body growing more and more strange.

With her nerves growing weakers, her struggles against him grew lesser and lesser as more of the fluid flowed through her body. Her muscles stopped contracting as her entire form flopped back onto the slab while her womanhood continued to grow wetter with each passing second and movement as he plunged into her bound body while the sedative worked throughout her body. After another moment, her struggles ceased as all feeling left her, a numbness enveloping her trapped body as her head was forced back against the slab, limply turning to one side as a set of arms drew closer and closer to her.

Her limp body shifted and moved along the slab as he brutally fucked her over and over again while strange prongs extended from the tops of the arms almost touching her sides. Her blurred vision could barely make them out as a glowing red laser appeared between the two prongs before they shifted and ran along the skin of her shoulders. Just as the lasers began cutting into her, the pleasure center within Amali’s core ignited. Moaning, Amali managed to force her head to turn as her body responded intensely to the invasion as her captor continued to plunge into her, albeit a bit slower to ensure the lasers were able to do their jobs with precision.

As the lasers worked to remove the parts of her that were deemed to not be what her captor wanted as a large coffin of a strange thick liquid emerged from the floor before enveloping what was left of her. Every cut of the laser only served to concentrate her feelings of intense arousal as her captor plowed into her. Unable to focus her vision, Amali could only stare upwards as everything was taken from her body. She couldn’t feel anything but the pressure of the lasers as they did their work to ensure that she was intact where he wanted and the immense pleasure as she was mercilessly fucked until she screamed in climax, surpassing the intensity of his as she exploded against his cock, her own juices exploding and coating his member before he pulled out, her eyes rolling back into her head slightly as the machines continued their infernal work.

Amali suddenly felt something being attached to where her arms and legs once were, chrome limbs accented with gold were then sewn onto her frayed nerves while metal batteries were lowered into the cavity of her chest. Hooking up to her remaining organs, they then whirred to life to keep her breathing and her heart beating. Then suddenly, she felt something solid being attached to her back. Curving along where her spine used to be while a softened silicone chest plate was lowered over her exposed organs. Though Amali’s face was left unchanged, a hard steel plate enveloped her exposed brain and was wrapped in brightly coloured silicone, impregnated with teal strands of hair that flowed away from her body.
Amali continued staring upwards as her old body was replaced with one that was robotic, her skin replaced by smooth silicone and shining metal while electric batteries kept her heart and lungs operating. She didn’t feel any pain as her synapses remained under the influence of the sedative and the overwhelming orgasm he had forced onto her. His laughter sounded like a dolphin’s echo as her ears remained under the thick liquid. His words felt like she had water in her eyes as he asked how she was feeling. Still unaware of exactly what had been done to her, Amali only shifted her gaze over towards him, her pupils unable to focus as his form remained blurred and out of focus.

 

[Verse]

In his mind, and to his eyes, it was his fucking that changed her. In reality, her reactions were in tandem with the spreading effects of the drugs, and the unforgiving thrusting he provided. But it did look as though he was fucking her into her new form, because she reacted and sounded like it. She was tight around his cock, which was always a compliment. She was a thief, but he would give her his dick for free. She looked confused, just like her sensory input, but she was torn between feeling good and hating him. That was a good look in her eyes. Soon he'd thrusted her into a limp state, and her cunt was absolutely sopping around his moving cock. There was still the arrhythmic sounds of her body being lifted and set down by the violence of his hips.

How perverse it was, when she awakened to what should have been a horrible pain, but instead responded to it as though it was delightful. Just this view, had been worth it all. He continued to feed her cunt the trauma of his large member, enjoying the human parts of the woman while she was in the process of being made into something else. This was decadent. he'd never have the chance to do this again. It kept him hard and swollen. What kind of perverse woman moaned when she was being cut up? He pounded her with a vengeance, strong legs ramming his cock into her. And when she came, already missing a lot from her body, it was her last act as the woman she was born as. It was a spectacular orgasm, and he was grateful to have stolen it from her. A victory among many that he'd claim from her. The others stared as the disassembled Amali squirted over their boss even in her state of being sliced open by their light-tech. This was also a once in a life time accomplishment for them.

They all took in the scene of an unholy rebirth. She looked so primal, even surrounded with all this industrial technology. The liquid she was submerged in kept her hydrated and medicated while a lot of her muscles and flesh were pulled form her, with the pathways of her nerves remaining, encased in certain jellies that would thicken and become slightly tougher, to reinforce. They couldn't just have some flimsy, melting creature. They needed her in good shape to keep receiving the augmentations they wanted to give her. Her initial fit body and healthy cardiovascular system, not to mention her digestive tracks and fertile age, made her a very good candidate from the start. The fact that she had their boss's eye was the last nail in her coffin. They saw the workings of it now, when her biology was tested by the procedure.

Eventually, everything had been put into her, and every measure had been secured around those parts. She was a little miracle. Sadistically, they had chosen the parts to look good, to boast of her origins as a human being - she remained one, technically - but also marrying her with machine. The batteries nestled with the organs were visible through the silicone, and the metal limbs they'd added with a static field that would still transmit sensation when touched glittered in chrome. It all looked like an erotic blend of underlining her femininity, but also always reminding that she was now an object, changed forever toward certain uses, and not someone who had a path of free choices open to her. A monument to whoever had remade her. Reikan smiled almost lovingly at her, which still looked beastly, on his face.

The arms that had put her together retracted like swords from wounds, and she laid alone in the shallow vat of liquid, with trails of her own saline emissions still clouding up the fluids around her pussy, so everyone would know her last act as a full woman was to cum around his cock. He was tucked back in, well dressed as always, as he bent over the edge to touch her face and stroke away some of the teal hair that had plastered to it. "Look at how beautiful you are." he said and swept her with his gaze. "I'll see you soon. You can rest now." he offered. And, whether she wanted to or not, the strain on all that she was would take out its toll. Continued consciousness was not a choice. The sedative would see to that, if her physical reserves were somehow enough to try and keep her awake.

The walls of the vat raised and more liquid flooded the cylinder she was now encased in. Like snakes, a handful or hoses slithered into the liquid with her, connecting to ports on her collarbones, nipples, and yes, her ass and cunt, too.

It would be morning when she woke next, but she wouldn't have much use of knowing what time it was, only that on the other side of the transparent barrier to keep her and the liquid in, stood her tormentor, with a new suit on.

He had been watching her for an hour or so. Just looking while she floated there, vertical and beautiful. Her hair moving with the small currents of the liquid being replaced at the recommended rate. Would she think he was handsome, the very demon who'd taken her flesh away? He tilted his head and admired the organs, showing through the silicone that had replaced her torso. "How do you like it?" he asked and his voice was inside her ears. "You don't know it, but my sperm saved your life. This tech belongs to me, and its only because I seeded you that the procedure could proceed. Or else you would have been stuck in disassembly." he informed her, proud.

He snapped his finger and two men wheeled a large mirror to his side, facing her inside the large vat. Reikan locked his hands behind his back to see her reaction to her new self.

 

[Rania Lark]

Amali’s sensations were out of place as the man mercilessly plowed into her body while the lasers moved over her form, shifting and turning as the engineers surrounding the infernal sight typed maniacally into keyboards and touched screens to turn three dimensinal scans of her body to ensure her captors’ wishes were carried out exactly as he wished. Her arms and legs were sliced through, the lasers cauterizing all the wounds as they happened before her limbs were moved away from her body and the lasers went about removing the rest of her skin, replacing the exposed nerve endings with steel and silicone protectants. The whirring noise drowned out Amali’s desperate screaming as she climaxed, the scene out of a a horror movie as the horrific mutilations occurred at the same time as her screams of ecstasy.

Every movement removed a piece of her humanity as almost her entire body was replaced with shiny chrome accented with gold detailing or a flexible silicone in a multitude of colours as the viscious fluid coated her form when her captor removed himself from her core, allowing the amniotic fluid like gelatenous liquid envelope her body. Her metallic spine stuck out from the silicone along with her new ribs, melding with the silicone in some perverse exoskeleton while her body floated immobilized in the gelatenous chamber. Her face contained the only remnant of her real flesh, her features still distinctly human as the rest of her body resembled a mechanical marvel. The batteries attached to her remaining organs whirred quietly and little pumping motions emerged from the silicone, rising and falling as the batteries kept her heart beating and her lungs inflating as he stared down at her barely human form.

As her captor’s fingers ran across the flesh of her face, pushing errant strands of wet hair from her cheek and forehead, a flash of fear and anger moved across Amali’s features for a split second. Still unable to feel or move her body, his distorted words sounded like vague rumblings of a coming storm before exhaustion overcame her mind. Amali was unable to resist as her eyes rolled back into her head, the exhaustion of her ordeal combined with the sedative overcoming her frayed nerves encapsulated in synthetic silicone and metal as she fell into the darkness of unconsciousness.

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When Amali awoke, she was no longer laying down but floating in a chamber as if she weighed nothing. Her feet and arms touched nothing while her new, long, thick teal hair floated around her head like the tendrils of a jellyfish. Blinking, she opened her eyes to the distorted vision of the large warehouse she had been captured in. But something was wrong. She wasn’t breathing through her nose but her lungs were filling every few seconds. There was nothing covering her nose and mouth to prevent her from inhaling the thick amniotic fluid but she was breathing!

Suddenly, she caught sight of the movement of a dark figure lit only by the lights of the tube she was held in. Blinking again, she tried to clear the distortion but was met with a voice in her head as he spoke about how she liked ‘it’. He then went on to explain that his sperm had ‘saved her life’. Furrowing her brows slightly, Amali blinked again, confused at his statement of being stuck in ‘disassembly’ without his seed.
She didn’t have to wait long until something glinted outside the tank indicating more movement. Amali turned her head slowly as the thick liquid prevented quick movements while two men wheeled a large mirror to the side of the shadowy figure. The light from the tank lit up the reflection in the mirror and Amali was given her first look at the horrific creature he had turned her into.

Both her legs and arms were shiny metal, meeting her shoulders and hips where they melted seamlessly into a strange silicone barrier that was coloured in many different colours. Her ribs stuck out beneath her new silicone breasts to accent them while indicating that the bones had been replaced with metal. Her face still appeared as her own until the edges of her cheeks where her scalp had been replaced and a thick mane of greenish blue hair expanded outwards.

That was when Amali saw the hoses. Two hoses were attached to metal ports implanted against what used to be her collarbones and another two were clicked into place where her nipples once stood at the center of her breasts. That shock and horror was quickly intensified as she noticed the hoses shoved into her womanhood and one snaked up behind her filling her puckered rosebud, giving her a distinct feeling of fullness.

Amali’s eyes were wide with panic as the anger and distortion melted away to the realization as to what he had done to her. Opening her mouth, she screamed against the fluid, her noise drowned out within the liquid and the only indication that she had screamed being the stream of bubbles that flowed thickly out of her mouth. She was horrified at the sight of her new self and it was evident as she was forced to witness the mutilation that had been forced onto her as the mirror stood mercilessly before her.

 

[Verse]

The pleasures he was stealing from both the woman and the technology her ruled over were unholy. Not only was he in effect killing her, and desecrating her, he was also making sure that through some spell of his chemical magic, that she achieved her own pleasure from it. She'd never orgasm like that again, no person ever would. It gave Reikan that elusive taste of hubris that he always sought. It was harder to come by lately, and the success of her transformation, coupled with her humiliation at not even being able to suffer from it, added to his already sinful ego. She was pretty underneath his touch, and she'd see the mocking in him as he let her fall from consciousness, with the uncertainty of what would come. He had plundered her for all her worth and more, tonight. And he would continue to do so. He was left quietly admiring the remade woman in the liquid, while the others worked to keep her vitals up, and to make her even more to his specifications.

He was very excited when her heartrate switched from the rhythm it had maintained throughout the night. As a man who could decide to put a bullet in someone's head because he felt the itch for it, having patience with his newest toy had been agony. Getting to cum inside her had taken the edge off for a bit, but he was well back to his usual need an hour after. He had been snide with the people manning the different stations that kept Amali alive. Not that it had done him much good. He knew from early on that the process of creating what was essentially a new human condition would take at least a little waiting from his end. Reikan might have been alright with other distractions if he hadn't been so focused on seeing this through, every inch of the way. But it was exhilarating too. He liked owning things. And this was shaping up to be a rather prized possession.

He was getting used to her ethereal form, nestled in the clear liquid. She looked aquatic for her hair and her silicone shields, that looked a lot like jelly in the light filtered through the liquid. A kind of sea creature from the depths. He would have kept her like this, as a piece of art, if she did not survive the ordeal. But she did. She was it when her eyes opened and his heart skipped a beat. He waited for her to find herself in her new situation, and swallowed back his drool when she discovered her current form. The words he spoke had a hard time setting root in that brain of hers, and he found the theater of her expressions hilarious. As though this had all just been a prank.

His hands clapped together when she finally got to see it all. Her opinion mattered to him, even if it had no baring on what would happen to her next. He saw with intense delight when she explored her new form with her vision, and wanted to remember everything she emoted. Yes, he was proud of it all, and he pulled his head back with her when she discovered the intrusive hoses. He quite liked both the look and implications of them. She disagreed, in there, his silicone and steel mermaid. She was upset, and he laughed with his hand against the glass when she let her scream foam the surface of her tank.

"I was the last to fuck you in your former life." As though that was the most important thing. "And, as you might imagine now, you will be my whore for as long as I may wish." Someone with thin metal framed glasses approached Reikan and handed him a small screen. The glee in her captor's face should worry her. "Oh, are these all the specs so far?" he asked and the man nodded apologetically. It didn't visibly dampen Reikan's spirit. He turned back to her while frantically typing on the screen, supported with one hand underneath.

"Here." he said, magnanimous, and tapped the readied commands once on the tablet. The tubes at her collarbones and breasts hissed bubbles and then popped off her, and retracted up and were gone. They would leave throbbing, sensitive sensations in their wake. Her silicone shut around the collarbone outlets, and her nipples, still bleeding a bit, also healed from the intrusive, big needles that had been pulled out with the hoses. That of course left the ones at her pussy and ass. "Doesn't that feel better. Now, just to show me you're a good girl, I'd like for you to wave at me."

He didn't expect her to be obedient from the start, and frowned when she inevitably would disobey him. "Aw. That is really too back, Amali. But I'm glad too, because then I can show you this."

Another tap on the screen would send electricity through her body. It didn't affect the liquid around her much, the thick substance mostly keeping the running shocks local to her, lightning repeatedly rushing through her body and awakening her nerves. While it was maddeningly painful, it would also stimulate her in other ways. Reikan could see sparkling currents go through her brain on some scans, and the batteries were sending lightning out into her organs. Eventually, with enough protests from his workers, he tapped the screen again, and the liquid stilled from the absence of the volatile electricity.

"There you go, Amali. Wasn't that a good lesson?" he asked and then gestured with his free hand toward hers. "Now, if you'd be a good girl and smile and wave at me, to show me you're grateful for this new life and body I am granting you." of course, without the tube connected to her torso, she would be running low on oxygen soon, too.

 

[Rania Lark]

Amali’s scream was swallowed up by the thick liquid holding her suspended in the tank while she was forced to stare at her mutated form. Her face was the only remaining flesh left on her body as her arms and legs were replaced with metal bones and skin, cushioned with silicone musculature. Her chest was a tangle of silicone tubes and straps, wrapping around her feminine curves with laser accuracy, while also giving her a flexible skinless look.

Amali’s tormentor’s expression was a stark contrast to his prisoner’s. His lips were curled upwards slightly in a cruel amusement at her mutilation. His expression once her scream emerged within bubbles and floated to the top of the tank only exploded into a fit of mocking laughter. And it was only made worse as he reveled in the fact that he was last one to fuck her as a fully fleshed human as if she had no other goals in her life. Amali’s own expression turned from one of abject horror to one of defiance and anger as his voice echoed in her ears, declaring her his ‘whore’ for as long as he wished.

Amali’s attention was taken from her captor as a meek looking man in a white labcoat approached him with some sort of tablet while her captor’s smile remained plastered on his face. Her brow furrowed slightly as she tried to lean forward, her movement severely hampered by the tubes attached to her body and embedded between her legs. And the liquid holding her captive made every movement feel laboured, as if it was in slow motion while he francitcally touched and typed on the screen before his horrific visage returned to hers.

Suddenly,bubbles exploded from around the tubes attached to her collarbones, the rubber detaching itself painfully from her body. Amali’s lips clenched as she grimaced in pain before the needles penetrating her nipples were also released. That pain was excruciating as she lurched forward slightly in the tank while the tubes retracting like switchblades up and out of the tank. Amali looked down just as the silicone covered the ports on her collarbones and nipples, pushing them closed and covering them as if they weren’t there. Her pain was interrupted as his voice once again invaded her head, commanding her to wave at him.

In an instant, the pain drained from Amali’s face and her metal fingers began to curl into fists. Her expression darkened to one of defiance as she stared at him, refusing the order. But his expression didn’t change and remained one of glee as he pushed something on the screen.

Suddenly, an excruciating burning feeling coursed through her. Immediately, Amali’s body stiffened while her teeth clenched together painfully. Her head was forced backwards as the liquid rippled around her. Twitching in a strange slow motion dance, her legs and arms twisted as a groan of agony bubbled up from her throat. Her sight became blurry as the batteries forced her heart rate up to dangerous levels and the battery controlling her lungs forced more oxygen faster into her lungs, depleting the remaining oxygen left behind by the tubes quickly.

And then, just as fast as it had appeared, the burning agony subsided and Amali’s head floated forward, her eyes nearly closing into unconsciousness while the adrenaline of the pain and the force of the batteries kept her awake. His order once again echoed in her head, demanding she not only wave at him but smile as well, lest she feel the excruciating sting of his punishment again.

Amali looked up at him as the battery located atop her lungs began to slow slightly while the poor girl began to struggle to breathe. Her panic was obvious as she opened her eyes wide and stared up at him while the threat of death loomed heavy over her. Amali saw the seriousness behind his amused expression. The darkness that told her that he would let her die if she disobeyed him again and her sense of self preservation kicked in.

Lifting up her hand, Amali relaxed her metallic fingers, allowing her fist to flatten as she stared at him, the fear mixed with defiance as she began to move her wrist back and forth in a slow wave towards him. Her lips quivered as they curled upwards slightly in a mix of a smile and grimace, reluctantly obeying his order as her chest began to heave heavier with each passing moment, her feeling of breathlessness growing ever more present.

 

[Verse]

She had her emotions in the liquid. And he saw the rebellion in her. Of course there'd be that. He just had to see how much of it was in her. She was curious about the tabled, at least, and he held it at an angle that might suggest she could see more, if she just managed to move. It'd be just outside of her view, though. He was very curious to see when the command to detach activated within the tubes. Though the real violation had been inserting them, their retreat was very vivid, too. She curled in on herself about it, and that position and pose was very erotic. He had of course seen to that everything that happened was recorded, both for more data, and for his viewing pleasure, later.

He wondered what other things she'd offer, at the beginning stages of her new life. He tilted his head, dramatically disappointed when she refused to wave. She looked petulant and he thought that was amusing. Amusing and unacceptable. He sighed with deep satisfaction and manic eyes when the pain responses went through her, as he issued the punishment for her disobedience. This had been an easy addition to her very expensive gear. She looked gorgeous suffering through it, and he would have been happy to watch all day. But that would have made her insane, so he eventually stopped and let her body float in the aftermath of the inner torture.

Her new expression was much better. She wasn't military, she wasn't even trained. She was just a thief. Despite being a decent one, and probably leaning on a hard life, she wouldn't be as formidable in withstanding agony as say, a soldier. And the pain levels were far beyond what even a decorated veteran could resist. He was enamored with her when she begrudgingly softened the set of her hand, and waved, with a very insincere smile on her still human lips. He nodded. "That wasn't so hard, was it?" he asked.

A soft stroke on the screen would result in a pleasant whirr in the tube that was filling up her ass. As much as she could not fight the pain he inflicted, she was incapable of filtering the pleasure, too. It was shortlived and just as intrusive as anything else he'd done. "Now, come out and lets look at you." he said. The sudden pull from the more intimate insertions in her, ass and cunt, would be startling, and equally painful as enjoyable when they vacated her body, and left her unfettered in the liquid.

An explosion overtop could be heard, and then a rush of the liquid around her. Eventually the bottom of her cylinder would open, and the liquid would flood the floor and drain on the outside. She'd be birthed out of the container, and lay on that drain. Reikan looked down at her, his own creation, and smiled as he squatted. Since he'd stood at the edge of the draining grid, even his shoes were untouched by her liquids.

When he bent closer, and she'd been deposited rather close to him already, the ghost of the pain his tablet could inflict whispered to life inside her. She'd be severely weakened by it all, anyway. "Hello Amali. Welcome to the rest of your life. I've got a job for your skillset, but first I think I'd like to try you out."

 

[Rania Lark]

Her captor’s words cut through Amali like a sharpened knife as he commended her obedience to his command like she was some petulant child needing discipline. It only made her defiance more palpable as her hand stopped waving in the thick liquid, the smile disappearing completely from her lips. But her defiance only lasted a moment before a vibration began whirring within her puckered backside.

Amali’s eyes widened at the sudden and strong whirring vibrations that echoed throughout her sexual organs, causing the battery on her heart to beat faster while her silicone muscles tightened. Amali’s back arched again as the whirring sent ripples up through the thick liquid surrounding her curved backside.

Then, just as suddenly as it had begun, the vibrations ceased forcing Amali’s muscles to relax and her head to fall forward until suddenly an explosion of pain emanated from between her legs. The two tubes violently dislodged from her womanhood and ass sending thick bubbles and foam up around her naked mechanical body. Amali opened her mouth in a muted scream again while her body distorted forwards, her palms slamming against the glass of the tube.

But the agony wasn’t over as a strong vibration and explosion echoed throughout the water before the thick fluid began rushing out through an opening at the bottom of the tube. Amali scrambled as she fell with the liquid, her body slamming against the metal draining grid as she was weakened and hadn’t experienced standing on her new metal legs.

The newly constructed cyborg tumbled out of the tube, her body a tangle of metal and colourful silicone as she spilled out onto the metal grid. Immediately, her arms and legs bent, curling up and hugging her new body, her long wet teal hair glued to her face and back as she collapsed into a fetal position.

The battery connected to her lungs kept her breathing outside of the liquid as she coughed and sputtered, the silicone muscles trembling. It was like she was baby being birthed from its mother for the first time. She opened her eyes just as her captor bent over her mutilated machined body, his shadow encompassing her entire form.

As he spoke of trying her out, Amali’s defiance reared its ugly head once again. Turning, one of her clear blue eyes stared up through strands of soaking wet hair at him. A moment of silence extended between the two before Amali opened her mouth, her voice growly and weak, “Get the…fuck…away from…me.”

 

[Verse]

Reikan was happy to see that she took well to stimulation in her ass. Any girl who wanted a long shelf life as his toy should have at least some aptitude back there. Amali was impressing him at every turn. The poor girl hadn't even come to terms with that he was all-powerful to her yet. It'd be fun to continue teaching her, and showing off the new technology that he would sell for quite a lot. Her pretty poses from his cruel treatment displayed well in the 3D environment, the tube that held her fitting for her involuntary performance.

He swallowed in arousal when the cruel pull of the last two tubes hurt her, and her hands gripped the unhelpful glass. Her gaping mouth was sign enough even though he hadn't allowed her a voice yet, not one that could travel through the liquid surrounding her, anyway. If he wanted to hear her sing, he would have activated the microphone and speakers for that. She had gotten to keep her voicebox, even if he favored a slightly autotuned version of it, to further underline her new state of life.

Even some of the surrounding workers laughed when she was evacuated onto the drains, and she tried to stand. Reikan himself was a bit stoic about it, and just fascinated with the forms she cut. What a perfect creation. The silicone they'd completed her metal accents with jiggled delightfully upon her impact. He looked at the fetal thing where she was born, chilled and alone on the metal pattern that sifted the liquid she had been submerged in.

He smiled at her expression, lips a bit tense when her sorry form uttered a rather rude request. "Oh? Is that how you talk to your creator?" he asked and waved the little screen, no larger than a sizable smartphone. His thumb locked onto a graph, and moved it slightly toward one side for her to see.

The result would be two cylindrical batteries on either side of her fallopian tubes, visible through the silicone of her torso, exchanging lighting. The current would electrify her inner womanhood, which still held her cum. The pain would be excruciating, or, as he got to watch, excellent. The initial ravaging chock would only last a moment, and then the pain would simmer down to a very deep smarting, a throbbing - a built-in longing.

Reikan stood up to look down at the creature they'd made so exotically beautiful. He had planted procedures that made her need his cock, those functions were coded to him. "I guess you don't need me then, Amali?" he pressed, watching the still slick, newly remade female struggle with his continued torture.

 

[Rania Lark]

Amali’s eyes widened as her captor bent over her further, flipping the screen of the small tablet around in his hand. His words cut through her like a red hot knife and her metallic hands pressed against the floor, weakly pulling at the drains in a desperate attempt to pull herself away from him. But her new arms were too weak and did little but slide along the remaining oily liquid from her tubal prison.

Suddenly, an excruciating burning pain exploded from her core, eliciting a scream of agony from her mouth, the noise emitting from her tuned to a sing songy tone that made it seem like she was enjoying the horrific agony. The two batteries pressed up against the silicone on her stomach, indicating their location against her fallopian tubes and pulsating inside her new silicone skin. Amali’s body stiffened, her legs straightening and forcing her onto her back. The expression on her face changed from one of anger and fear to one of pain, all the while her voice made it sound like she was enjoying the torture.

When the pain began to subside, the batteries began to pulsate slower, assuaging the pain within her core while her hands moved to her lower stomach, pressing down on the batteries desperately trying to quell the agony as it continued to throb deep within her body. She knew that he controlled the intensity of the pain and her twisted expression. She was trapped on the floor as her metal fingers pressed into her silicone ‘skin’. Her knees bent slightly while Amali rolled to her side, her hands still pressed against her stomach as the batteries continued to pulse deep inside her.

“Please,” she whispered, her expression still one of pain as he asked if she still needed him. “Please make it stop.” She begging him as he stood up, lording himself over her, solidifying that she was helpless to stop him from causing her as much pain as he wished.

 

[Verse]

Of course, when she tried to get away it awoke a hunting instinct in him. But she wasn't moving fast enough that it'd engage his real bloodthirst. Not that poor Amali could do anything about it, if he decided she was truly prey. So he just enjoyed that primal part in himself, watching as she tried to put distance between herself and him. Her ass looked good, the joints of her hips were as perfect as he'd ordered them, but also, the symmetry of it all was better than he could have imagined. As she embodied his vision, Amali did better as an experiment of mercury and colorful synthetic materials than she did in flesh and blood.

He was then very gleeful at what he'd do to her next. He gasped when her song started. It was guttural at first, and then when she turned to show him the distortion of her silicone abdomen, and the very telling square shapes outlined against what would have been her skin, it turned into an electrical noise. He liked taking even her expression of pain from her. He licked his lips while she became familiar with the searing electrocution of her womanhood, one of the last few things she still had from her gone time as a full human being. She twisted and he thought her poses were so erotic in her suffering.

There was an obvious bulge rising out of his slacks when she cradled herself, down there below him, a pitiful creature in bright colors and shining alloys, as though birthed out of the drain rather than the tube, waste rather than a miracle of science. He let her agonize in it, down there, and actually put the device away inside his jacket pocket. The painful throbbing in her ovaries would become a warm beating when he unzipped his pants and let the cock that had dominated her last real living moments, yesterday, come out.

She would notice a strange change in the aches inside her, the closer she got to the hulking flesh. He tilted his head. "You want to make it stop. It'll recognize me. What do you think you need to do to make it stop, robo whore?" he asked and tilted his head and held on to the thick base of his cock like it was a weapon. The currents through her tubes and ovaries were a bit more excited, nervous energy now. If she did touch it, or spread her legs, or in any way invited him, she would be rewarded with a more pleasant stream of electricity through her.

 

[Rania Lark]

Though Amali was still weak, the pain emanating from her tortured core only made her weakness all the more prevalent. Even with the dull throbbing that ebbed from the outlines of the batteries attached to her most intimate of reproductive organs made her writhe and twitch on the floor. Her legs bent and straightened as she rocked slightly on her hips, causing the thick liquid remaining from the tube to coat the silicone and metal, giving her an unnatural shine as her voice started to sound more artificial than human. Amali’s captor had taken all of her outer humanity save for her face from her, leaving her a helpless mess on the floor as he stood commandingly over her.

She barely noticed as he moved what was obviously the control panel to her own body into his pocket, hiding it away from view as Amali’s long ethereal hair tangled and lay in thickened strands around her head. Her body did look more like a ragdoll, with multicolour patchwork that mimicked a voluptuous human body mixed with recreated legs and arms in a shining metallic, only made all the more reflective from the thick liquid coating her.

It was only when the feeling changed from the dull, stabbing pain in her core to a warmth that began to spread away, tingling throughout her womanhood when she managed to focus her ears and eyes onto her captor as he unzipped his pants, revealing that he had control over her pain through the most humiliation Amali had ever experienced. As he spoke, she knew exactly what she had to do to make it stop and his added name of ‘robo-whore’ only solidified it.

She looked up at her captor as he pulled his throbbing member out from his pants, the familiar tool a stark reminder of her old life, the life that had been stolen from her as she was mutilated into the mess of silicone and metal writhing on the floor. Opening her mouth, Amali breathed deeply while the battery over her heart began to beat faster as the batteries over her fallopian tubes began to vibrate against her womanhood, forcing a feeling throughout her body.

As the vibrations continued, Amali’s groans and screams of agony turned to sing songy groans of pleasure as one of her legs began to move upwards against Amali’s brain that was screaming in protest. But her body wanted the pain to stop and it overpowered her mind while her leg lifted up more, causing the batteries to begin humming louder. Her body overtook her rational thoughts, revealing her silicone coated slit to his erect manhood.

 

[Verse]

She was pretty, all coated in the liquid that had kept her alive. She was so much money, just resting there, on the drain, confused about what her life would be from now on. But she understood and knew about the pain, didn't she? She would always have that, no matter how much he changed her. Human beings existed through pain. Not having it, while having your other parts, set you apart. And he would make sure Amali had a certain relationship to her own pain by the end of this. He quite liked the way she writhed, and the thick membrane ran off her, and into the unknown below. Almost as though she was doing it for him, repositioning herself in different configurations just for his viewing pleasure.

She understood the meaning of the tablet well now, and watched it, weary, when he tucked it away. She wasn't learning lighting fast, he'd not put those kind of processors in her brain, but she was catching on in a passable rate, anyway. He nodded to himself when his insults didn't hurt her as much as they haunted her, because she realized they were true. Even this haughty woman had her tongue tied when she was confronted with the newest facts of her life. How chocking for her.

She melted a bit at the newer sensation, that chased away the clearer, initial suffering. It was experimental, but there'd been some human testing before. He wouldn't risk his very expensive project on something that was a surefire way to fail. But Amali was taking to it better than the girls that had ushered in the technology. Of course, those girls hard their reproduction organs fried, only so the devices could be refined. Would Amali be happy to know fellow women had died just so she could be a slave to her own sexual organs?

Right now Amali wasn't concerned with sisterhood. She wasn't much bothered by anything but the agony he was giving her. And when he reintroduced her to his cock, she was averse to looking at it, but she still did. Because it was intrinsically connected to her now. It had been the first part of her transformation. He laughed as the realization spread in the doll he'd made. He saw that she knew, and that she was feeling it. There was a buzz among the men looking at the screens as her leg moved.

"She's responding." one of tech's said. "It's working, boss."

Reikan nodded and huffed. "Of course it is. She's a woman looking at my cock. They all get like this." Laughter overtook the place of clean surfaces and medical slabs.

He came over to her, soles of his shoes finally touching the drain grid. He stood between her parted legs. "You want me to fuck you better?" he asked and got down over her. His hands were on either side of her as his cock kissed her cunt between her metal thighs with silicone padding between them, still containing her nerves. He thrust without warning, sliding in place. Through the material of her torso he could see how her tunnel filled up with his cock, and how her cervix kissed and was then pushed up by his reaching length. He grinned to himself. The batteries inside her back-lit stomach hummed, and continued to supply the throbbing, a bit more finely tuned, to maker her nerves respond to having her operator's cock inside her. She'd immediately feel intrusive pleasure from it, mixed up with the pain of being constantly run through with a current.

 

[Rania Lark]

As Amali’s leg moved further away from her other metallic limb, she shuddered as another voice erupted from behind the wall of monitors mere feet away from her. The pain had pushed out the awareness of the mutilated girl’s brain as she writhed on the floor. But the voice brought her entire perception back to the reality she was in, a prisoner too weak to stand as multiple men and women sat around monitoring her every vital sign all the while her captor stood menacingly above her, his hand gripping the base of his hardened cock as if it was a weapon.

Her eyes widened for a moment as the vibrations echoed throughout her core, forcing her leg further apart to expose her slit to his waiting gaze and twitching member. But it was the laughter that hit her hardest as all the men in the room burst into laughter at her predicament of being unable to resist the movements of her robotic legs. She opened her mouth to speak but a wave of warmth and vibrations echoed throughout her body which caused a moan of pleasure to burst from her lips just as he asked about fucking her better.

The warmth of his body encompassed her metal and silicone one as Amali’s captor descended over her, his cock brushing up the silicone padding of her thigh before pressing against her slit, forcing her womanhood open. Turning her head, Amali’s hands moved up from the drain, still dripping with the viscous fluid as her fingers pressed against his shirt in a weak attempt to push him off her unwilling body. However, just as she put pressure on the fabric, he forced his way into her body causing a wave on intense pleasure to course through every nerve in her body.

In response, Amali’s fingers curled, gripping the fabric while her back arched when a strange orange glow began to emanate from her stomach, creating an outline of the movement of her captor’s cock as it plunged deep into her body. However, just as the pleasure peaked, an wave of agonizing pain coursed through her core. A sing song autotuned moan erupted from her mouth as her back collapsed back to the floor. And that was when she saw it. The orange glow was otherworldly and felt like it was almost coming from beneath the drain.

However, the shadow moving within her in rhythm with her captor’s thrusts forcing up into her core made Amali realize that the glow was coming from her! Horrified, her eyes widened as her hands once again desperately struggled to push him off her only to be interrupted again with the intense waves of pleasure, mixing seamlessly with the pain as her body bucked and writhed beneath his assault.

 

[Verse]

Her human sensibilities still hurt when they mocked her. She still had the emotions of a woman, and she was being scorned in every way they could be. Despite this, the part of her that he controlled had her willing for his cock when he presented it. How many times would it defeat her in her new life and form? He was happy when her leg parted further, and her got to see that perfectly poised cunt, eager for his attention. Doesn't everything want to meet its maker, eventually? It was quite the trip for Reikan, when he got to play out the part of being her tormentor and god.

She responded under him, in a way that said Yes, Yes she did want to be fucked better. He looked at her feeble hand on his expensive shirt. She'd have plenty of opportunity to pay him back for it. He gave her what she wouldn't admit that she wanted, that cock she was now built for. She was given what her body needed, and she reacted in kind. He groaned at the feeling of something so organic and natural, set inside the artificial body. "Fuck!" he barked and looked down. The combination of her pussy and the silicone and chrome was unbeatable.

When the light was birthed in her, he got to view first hand how he moved. What a spectacle she was hosting! He thrust harder, and chased her rapture, and when she gave into it, it'd be followed by the pain. He didn't stop. He went on with using her. It felt different than yesterday, but very familiar. The response in tension, the alternations between wanting him inside her and then the crushing hold when she was in pain was delectable. He fucked her harder. Her body was sturdy enough to handle it even as she was mashed against the metal of the drain and some of her metal screeched against it. She'd been built to withstand alot more.

All to the music of her enhanced vocal chords. "That's right." he said when she was a mess from all the things he made her feel. "You're just a shard in whatever ocean of sensory imput I want you in." he was cruel, and steady over her, even as he thrust maliciously into her still flesh and blood pussy. He relied on one hand against the drain so the other could touch high on her stomach, which still acted as a frame for the theater of his cock pushing against her cervix. The closeness of its master's hand made the system inside her obey. A thought delivered through bioelectric impulses let him control it. She'd feel immense pain where his cock hit her, while the length of it was lined with burning nerves of pleasure.

It was a lot for any person to take. He could see the way the signals traveled through her and tattled to her brain. Little yellow signals firing from around where his palm touched beneath and between her breasts, and from his cock through her sexual organs, and rising like sun-shard fireworks up through her, distorted by the valved form of her tits, and pushing through her collarbones and infesting and igniting her brain. It was cruel to make her feel so much. In many ways it would ruin her. "You want me to stop?" he asked mockingly as he lanced her harder, and her body was under siege of the myriad of light going upward to fry her brain.

 

[Rania Lark]

Amali’s screams and groans became indistinguishable as the man responsible for taking her humanity continued thrusting into her. Every time he plunged into her waiting form, the pain erupted over her, forcing the organic muscles of her womanhood to tighten around him, only for the pleasure to release as he pulled back slightly. Her metal shoulder blades and hips screeched in an agonizing screech against the grid of the drain, echoing brutally throughout the room that, when combined with her musical screams, served to create a haunting symphony of pain and artificiality that would echo in everyone’s ears for hours to come.

His hips thrust forward sharply, plunging himself deeper into her, the depth outlined by the glowing orange light that illuminated her remaining reproductive organs as the batteries hummed up around her fallopian tubes. Amali’s back arched again as he mocked her, forcing her to listen to his words as he mocked her for being nothing more than a tiny part, controlled completely by her captor. While one hand remained alongside her hips, his other hand moved to press down on her stomach, just under her silicone breasts as more impulses shot up through her body.

Amali let out a blood curdling scream as the electric pulses moved up over her breasts, forcing its way right to her brain igniting the synapses in an agonizing, painful headache that made every inch of her body feel like it had been lit on fire. The batteries on her lungs and heart began to hum faster, forcing Amali’s artificial muscles to contract as her hands moved back to his chest just as he asked her if she wanted him to stop.

But the agonizing pain ignited something else in Amali’s new body. Her eyes flashed an inhuman yellow while her palms met his collarbones and she pushed against him, but this time his body yielded beneath the touch. A superhuman strength erupted from Amali’s hands as she shoved her captor off her, sending him sliding back violently across the floor before coming to a stop against a nearby wall within the large warehouse. Amali’s eyes widened in shock as her hands moved down to the drain, her gaze following it while her irises returned back to their normal blue colour.

But Amali’s mind cleared within seconds as she realized her opportunity. The thief’s adrenaline ignited within her intact nerves as she scrambled upwards, using her new found strength to push herself up onto her unsteady metal legs. Swaying slightly, her artificial fingers curled into fists at her sides for a moment as her wide eyed look of shock narrowed slightly into a determinative anger. A silence fell over the room as her multi-coloured body stood tall within the semi-circle of monitors tracking her every vital sign.

Suddenly, Amali turned and started to run towards the far end of the room, albeit clumsily. She appeared more like a toddler dawdling across the floor, her feet clacking against the floor with every step as she struggled to get away from her captors, to escape.

 

[Verse]

He appreciated the hug of her reflexive cunt. It was the same as before, but framed in this miracle of technology, it was quite the experience. He continued the thrusts that would have ground the meeting metal parts down, if she hadn't been made of a much stronger alloy than the grid that kept her from plunging into the sewers below. How delectable this was. She was confused by what was happening, but when he saw the awakening lights and mechanisms that he'd designed and pushed for, he was elated. She was his machine now. The human in all this had only been an ingredient. And she performed well, by taking his cock. She was a hotbed for pretty effects. As though pleasuring his cock and be made to feel it herself, she also had to be visual entertainment, and could keep no secret because of her body's transparency to its new master.

He eagerly, violently, masturbated his cock in her still human tunnel. He barely noticed her hands coming to protest against his chest again.

But he did notice when they applied pressure and it stopped him. Her yellow eyes cut out breakline-traces in his vision when he was tossed. His cock was unsheathed and there was a line of her natural lubricants connecting them until it broke for the distance. He coughed when the base of a computer station in thin, hollow metal caught him. He stood up immediately, his fighting responses giving him an edge to collect himself. But even on his feet, he'd not gathered entirely what happened. But he did when saw her there, standing up. She looked magnificent and powerful, and that angered him. That's not who she should be with him. He looked around at chocked faces and then saw her limp away.

He reached into his pocket and took out the screen again. While looking at her, and not the screen, he strode closer, and tapped a commando on the flat surface. His cock swung with his steps. "Now that was very rude." he muttered as his fingers danced. Suddenly all her batteries would be emitting a very strong current through her body, at the same time as the sound of electric engines caught up with her.

Two wheeled machines with single arms had been activated and closed in on her. She'd feel the first one stab into the base of the back of her neck, indeed as though she'd been lanced by an icepick, even if it was in a slot designed to take it. And then other bipedal bots, Bibots, stuck into the silicone of her arms and legs, stopping her motions. The orchestra of machines connected, and she'd find herself in a new, larger chair, this time held to it by spears inside her silicone. Reikan would catch up to look at her, his cock still hard and an even more unfavorable look on his face.

"You really disappointed me." he said. And then he pushed a white button on the new chair, beside her shoulder, one of the labcoats protested, but it couldn't stop Reikan. More current through her body, and there'd be some smoke coming off her now, from how it was frying her. There was no confusing pleasure mingled with it. It was white hot agony only. Eventually he let go and the torture would ebb out. "Are you going to be useless like that, going forward, Amali? Should I be giving this blessing to someone else and let what's left of you become bio waste down that drain? There isn't enough of you to live by itself anymore. At most you'd be a dying fleshlight."