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Amali scrambled on her weak legs, still not used to the stiffness of the metal creating a sort of exoskeleton around the soft silicone enveloping her nerves. Her shoulders tilted to the left as she scrambled, her long teal hair flowing behind her, partially obscuring the metal spinal column that cut through the soft ribbons and patches of rainbow silicone. Her eyes focused desperately on a large garage door on the other side of the warehouse and her goal became solely to escape.

But her goal was not to be realized as an agonizing burning sensation exploded from inside of her new body. Doubling over, Amali’s hands went to the silicone of her torso, pressing as she screeched in pain, her knees bending inwards in a strange collapsed doll look. Then suddenly, she felt a sharp burning pain behind her at the base of her neck. The mutilated woman immediately and instinctively straightened her back, her chest protruding outwards while her hang hung down over the horrific lance slotted into another port right at the base of her neck, connecting her brainstem to her spine. Just as her back straightened and over corrected backwards, more buzzing machines whirred up beside her, forcing multiple sharp needles into the ports down her arms and legs, forcing them apart before the machines moved more of their arms beneath her, forcing Amali’s body up and into a sitting position, as if she was in a chair, trapped by the horrific metal icicles piercing her artificial skin.

She couldn’t move her head as her captor approached her immobilized form, learing over her like a predator would over an injured prey. Her eyes were wide in terror as he leaned in, pressing down on a button right next to her shoulder. Instantly, the most agonizing pain exploded from every nerve in her body. Amali let out an almost demonic, blood curdling scream that even the autotune he had forced into her voicebox couldn’t quell into its singsong tone. Every nerve ending ignited, her silicone muscles tightening uncontrollably as her human face contorted into a vision of excruciating pain. The smell of burning plastic wafted up into the air while tiny, white plumes of smoke emerged from between the seams of her silicone body.

Amali’s screams would echo hauntingly throughout the entire warehouse, reverberating off the walls as the torturous current coursed through her body, her mind unable to escape while the battery against her heart kept her conscious throughout the ordeal. Just when she thought that she was going to die, the current stopped abruptly. Tears exploded from the corners of Amali’s eyes while her body collapsed back into the chair. Her chest heaved while her mouth hung open, struggling to catch her breath from the horrific pain she had just endured.

Her eyes were glassy with tears as she turned towards her captor, his words cutting through her in that very moment. She couldn’t escape him. She was under his control. Trapped. Amali’s lips quivered slightly as he spoke of leaving her in the drain in the floor to die, revealing that she would never be able to live by herself again. “No,” she whispered, her voice shaking with a mixture of fear and despair.
 
Scorned by her outburst, he was soothed somewhat when the effect of the digitalized whim triggered her punishment. She curled in her pain and he did feel the first embers of justice when he got closer to her. She should not have been able to override the locks inside her to throw him. It was concerning, and a job for the techs, but for now he had other things to deal with. Like his own satisfaction on the matter. He sucked on his tongue as she was stabbed and reacted accordingly, trying to reach the impossible places where the transferring lances landed on her. They had a main, practical function, and during their design they'd been a wireless solution, but Reikan had insisted on this archaic thing, instead. Now he thought it was fitting. He would enjoy it. She looked good, his little colorful doll, waiting there, chastised by holding a position he had decided. His chest still hurt from her little act of violence, but he couldn't have gotten to where he was in life without physical altercation.

He initiated the Purge Pain protocol, and was quietly excited to see if it'd perform as they predicted. The button itself was heavy, but it worked smoothly. He saw the spread of activity in her partially transparent body, and knew she'd get to feel. This close, her voice broke through the changes they'd made to her voice, might even have broken the function, and he heard her primal call while he smelled her new intimate perfume, which was scorched material. He grinned while it happened, all teeth, looking at the poor doll who though she could resist him. One or more designers would get the life beaten out of them for this, but he supposed nobody is perfect from birth. Her human brain would have to learn human lessons about being an artificial existence.

When he stopped, her scream continued for a bit, recorded to be used later, undisturbed by the hissing of her body burning. He stepped back to look at it, as the smoke left her. He would not inflict damage unless he had to, and so she'd still be intact, but the pain was very real. Her nerves were not just her own, but enhanced for this particular reason. Her pleasure belonged to him, but so did her suffering. He looked at her with quiet, disappointed expectation, as the ordeal settled in her. No, she would not be allowed to faint. He liked her breathing, reminded him of fucking her, and he liked showing her what power he had over her. They had let her keep her tear ducts.

Her one word answer was satisfying, because he could see the lesson had sunk in. "So, would you rather be a bad bot, and continue your useless rebellion, or would you like to feel pleasure, and serve me and my cock, for the rest of your life?" he asked and touched her cheek? But even as the words settled, the arms and spears holding her parted her legs and presented her hips higher for him to enjoy.

But her answer would determine what she felt when he pushed his cock into her already lubed cunt. If she was amicable, which she should be by now, the slide of the fat rod filling her up would give her a delicious sensation of being stretched, pathways of where the agony had ripped through her would be reused for tantalizing delight, though still edged with warning, sharp pain to mingle with it. But if she said no, the entering of his cock would be entirely painful, his thrusts radiating out the same pain that she had become familiar with through this chair.

His hand hovered close to her throat, and the metal panels on either side of her neck blossomed open, exposing only the silicone and the human throat held within, as well as the network of nerves lining it. His fingers sunk into the allowing silicone and closed, bundling her windpipe, its cartilage, and the nerves into a nest, squeezing and choking her like that, from inside where the flesh of her neck would have been. It'd ad to the sensation as he fucked her. The activity of his hips would pull her from the lance inserted at the base of her spine, and then impale her on it again when he thrust. As with the other things, her answer would determine whether it was pure punishment, or confusing pleasure. No one had ever been fucked like this.
 
It was obvious that Amali was exhausted, the batteries pumping against her silicone ‘skin’ as she struggled to recover from the excruciating pain that flashed through her semi-transparent body. The movement of the flashes were reduced as the pain subsided but there was still an intense amount of burning pain that flashed through her torso. Her mouth hung open as her lungs expanded and contracted beneath the lights as they outlined her organs, indicating her struggle into recovery.

The currents had also made her mind swim, unable to formulate thoughts of rebellion for the fear of the intense pain that she had just experienced, along with the pain from the spears piercing the ports down her arms, legs, and spine. She was well and truly stuck and her captor appeared not fazed about hurting her to get what he wanted. She couldn’t fight against him and her tears indicated her hopelessness as they streamed down her cheeks, disappearing into the multi-coloured strips of silicone and metal, staining the chrome surrounding her neck as he touched her cheek.

The machines buzzed again, forcing her head back while moving her hips upwards and spreading to expose her still human womanhood to exactly his height. The obvious lack of choice cut through Amali as he gave her a choice. Fighting would only give her more pain and a slow death while compliance would give her a chance. A chance to get away.

Amali swallowed hard while her nostrils flare, “I’ll be good,” she whispered and his movements were swift as he plunged his still erect cock directly into her waiting womanhood, still slick from the penetration mere moments before. Amali’s body began to flash and glow brighter as the pleasure currents lit up her insides beneath the silicone. Her groans and whimpers were intermingled with moans and cries of pleasure as she was wracked with both feelings simultaneously.

Within seconds, his hand moved up to her neck and a hiss emerged as Amali saw in her peripherals, the metal protective panels move away, spreading out like a butterfly’s wings as his hand pressed between the silicone seams, forcing around her windpipe and the nerves situated within, putting pressure and removing her ability to breathe. Amali’s mouth opened immediately, her groans and whimpers disappearing altogether as he forced his cock roughly into her waiting core, yanking the spear at the base of her spine out of its port sending a wave of pain up through her body to her mind.

Amali could do nothing as his fingers clasped her throat, her breath disappearing while the batteries began to vibrate against her lungs, whirring and buzzing as her eyes widened with fear. He pulled his cock out of her partly, forcing her spine back down onto the painful insertion as the lance forced its way back into her.

The currents were firing simultaneously as a panic set over Amali’s features. The sharp pain intermingled with the pleasure as the nerves found it more and more difficult to differentiate between the two, forcing masochism onto the poor cyborg while her eyes bulged from the lack of air, the batteries tickling her desperately contracting lungs visible within the glowing firing of the synapses removing any type of differentiation of pleasure and pain from her body and mind.
 
He was transfixed by her tears when he possessively graces her face. They broke up the light coming from the different colored silicones that made up her softer tissues, but also the silver glow of her armor, sometimes making her tears mercury. There were things in her that were coming together in different ways than he thought. He would have adored her for it if she hadn't had the audacity to shove him, just now, and remind him there was a weapon underneath all that carnal appeal he'd given the machine that now uphold the woman. She was crushed by the two options, while her body was already up for his own decision.

He laughed quietly at her, when she answered the only sane thing, and he sunk into her, mercilessly. It felt good to be back, lovely to have that very human part of her while most of her was remade. She became a carnival of neon. It was quite the trick he'd embedded in her. He grunted with pride and derision at her when he fucked her, and she confessed with some of her sounds that it felt good, too. He was proud enough of his cock and his skill to use it that it didn't register to him as anything but that. She was manufactured to like his cock, after all. Tailored to him and for him. Whatever tastes she'd had as a human was second hand.

His test of her throat was successful, in that it gave her distress. From her file, it was hard to know how much of a deviant she'd been, but he assumed nothing like this had ever been available to Amali. He thrust into her, which meant the spike behind her got to move in and out, as well. A kind of double penetration, with a second hole no one had felt before. He had an easy time choking her, fingers submerged in the silicone to target her nerves and her windpipe. "She's feeling it, sir." someone said and Reikan chuckled to himself, shaking his head like the scientist had been dumb to suggest anything else.

"Of course." Reikan retorted. "Give her a taste." And he looked at a particular labcoat then.

The switch of a lever was heard, and poor Amali would first feel the frizz of the the batteries inside her. She'd be mostly occupied with her lack of oxygen, which she still needed despite having a reserve of other energy now. The spending of it would come with painful pleasure as his cock pistoned against her. His cock was harsh in crushing her from within. "Sir, it's on its way." said the scientist and Reikan hunted her orgasm with his cruel thrusts.

And, if she did cum from the violence, he would let go of her throat just as it happened. But her orgasm would also be electrocuted the moment it took over her. Enhancing the feeling, making it painful and but also letting her have more of it. As he let go of his seed inside her, enjoying his own rapture ripping through the large flesh and the low of his belly. Her body would recognize his seed, as everything about her had been programmed to crave it, and sucked it up through her preserved pussy, soaking it in her inner walls and making her feel right from receiving it. Human. Like it was her only salvation. Another dirty trick to make her dependent on him, addicted.
 
Amali’s experience was vastly different to her captor’s as her mind scrambled with each brutal thrust into one of the only human parts left in her artificial body. The cacophony of moans and cries of pleasure and pain melded together in a strange, sick symphony of overwhelming feelings while her core lit up, outlining the abuse her body was enduring.

And the feeling of not being able to breathe while the battery whirred furiously against her lungs only intensified the mixture of pain into the pleasure as her captor plunged deep within her again, forcing the spear at the base of her spine to delve deep into the waiting port. Her metallic fingers curled against her palms as her body shuddered under the extreme stress that any human would have succumbed to. But Amali wasn’t human anymore. Her body was more machine than organic and the only pieces of her humanity left were being ruthlessly filled over and over again.

Her captor only began to thrust faster and harder, the glowing lights within her machined core lighting up to outline the brutality of his attack as her own body writhed and struggled while her moans turned to desperate screams and cries, the voice modulator working intermittently to ensure that some of her humanity was interspersed with her new artificial being.

But this time, the intensity didn’t release the spears piercing her ports holding her in place. Unable to move any part of her body except the base of her spine which was only controlled by her captor plunging harder and faster into her.

Then with a final thrust, Amali felt something warm explode and coat her insides while her entire body tensed to accept and absorb the seed. And just before he climaxed, he released her neck just as she reached her own, her breath inhaling sharply with a strange mixture of cry and gasp. Suddenly, just as she exploded herself, coating his cock with her own juices, spilling out from her abused slit to pool on the floor.

But the warm feeling didn’t dissipate. Instead it coated her womb, forcing a comforting warm feeling up through her core as the glowing light faded. Her breath came in short, struggled gasps as her body collapsed against the weird ‘chair’ that held her in place. The warmth extended up into her lungs, over her heart as the batteries began to slow, releasing a calming feeling all over her body. The warmth brought back her memories of being ‘human’. Amali shuddered again as her eyes grew glassy from the feeling of comfort, of the euphoric feeling one would have after falling in love. Within moments, the last tiny light within her core faded, leaving her only the multicoloured cyborg as the panels on her neck hissed closed over the silicone of her neck.
 
He let the tech push her beyond any boundaries she had before. She should be grateful. She would never be able to withstand this sensory input with her old body. But that also brought her closer to insanity, since she wasn't made for this kind of treatment. This divided experience. He could rewire her to relive her death many times over with his cock, truly drive her insane. And since she was affixed to the chair, she couldn't really access the strength to fight. In fact, those parts of her were turned off, courtesy of the hard connection with the spears. So he fucked her at his own pace, which was ruthless. Her noises were inhuman, because it was in part human. No one could sing like this. And she could barley, either. Only when she was being fucked within an inch of her life.

They all cheered when he filled her up, and the graphs spiked for her pleasure too, perfectly lining up with the one for her pain. His cock was soaked with her fluids, very human still, which meant in a way that he'd defeated the part of her that wasn't beholden to machines. To think she was such a showy cummer.

But they were all transfixed on her vitals and information on what happened next. It was experimental, what they'd coded into her. Reikan looked at her as he tucked himself back in. There was a change in her attitude. Strange, to command such comfort when he usually controlled people through bigger emotions. Usually through fear and ecstasy. She on the other hand, looked love-stricken, and the expression was new to him, in how subtle and warm in was. How unfair, that he'd be able to access her warmest emotions through just cumming in her, but that's how he'd keep her in line. You could get a high almost anywhere, but to feel like you were safe and belonged, now that was premium.

"What's that look in your eyes, sweetheart?" he teased and stroked her cheek. "You like me now?" his voice was full of poison, to taint the moment for this cyborg, who'd lost all her inner fireworks. "If you want more of that, there's just one source. And you'll only get it if you're good. If not, then the rest of your life will be a chaos of pleasure and agony, never settling, never getting to just be you."

With her still propped on the chair, but without the motion of being railed, she looked perfect. One of the techs gave him a thumbs up for the screens. Everything was running smoothly. The boss's very expensive sex toy was preforming above expectation because of the host's compatibility.

"Now, you'll get some rest for maintenance, and then you're going to do some work for me." Reikan decided and stood up straight, letting go of her.

She'd dream mostly of whatever her own brain produced, but at the end of it, before she woke, a stream of information would cram itself into her memory. A vault at the end of endless tunnels, both ventilation and sewer. Guard schedules and codes. She was to retrieve a single box with memory cubes. By the time she opened her eyes, it was night again, and Reikan stood there with a new suit, letting her know of the passing of time. His hands were locked behind his back.

"You're a thief, aren't you? Well this is the compound of my dear friend," though her file on the owner, Chip Delta, did not suggest very friendly connections with Reikan. Her human brain would recognize the sarcasm, too. Chip ran a tech based cartel. "and I want you to steal that box from his most secure vault. If you do that, you'll be a good girl, and good girls don't get their circuits fried. They may even get some yummy cock to eat and some spunk to drink. Now isn't that a good deal?"
 
Amali’s face softened into one of satisfied euphoric bliss as her captor pulled out of her abused core, leaving her body dripping onto the floor while the musky scent of sex filled the air. The cheers of the surrounding technicians was lost on Amali as her heart and lungs were forced into calm. The hint of a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth while her eyes remained unfocused, her mind reveling in the bliss that coated her insides.

She didn’t shy away from her captor as he stroked her cheek while he tugged her lip upward into a sort of half smile as his poison dripped through his loving words while her body remained hopelessly bound to the chair, the spears still penetrating the ports, shutting down all her strength while she lay lewdly strewn open as frantic typing sounds echoed behind her.

Amali couldn’t fight him, partially because of the horrific spears penetrating her body and partly because of the euphoria coursing through her artificial nerves, spliced together with her nerve endings as he spoke of giving her rest for ‘maintenance.’ Another word that only drilled home that Amali was not human, but merely a machine for her captor’s whims. But Amali barely had time to process what he said before she was plunged into a deep sleep, the darkness taking over her sight as she fell into unconsciousness.

But her sleep was anything but peaceful as her mind was wracked with memories of the torturous transformation she had been put through while her captor stood over her, laughing at her pain, her terror, only to force himself onto her, to force her to enjoy it while in excruciating pain. But it was a nightmare that Amali couldn’t awake from. The artificial sleep didn’t allow for her to awaken unless her captor awoke her so she was forced to relive the ordeal over and over again.

Her torturous, painful transformation began to play again when suddenly, static crackled across her nightmare. Instead of watching her body get cut apart and skinned before being replaced with metal and silicone, Amali was seeing a vision of tunnels. Blueprints of a building including the ventilation and sewer systems, timings of guard changes and codes for keypads situated next to heavy metal doors. And within the last of those rooms, a small box containing a collection of pale blue cubes covered in raised metal lines and swirls.

Amali opened her eyes slowly before finding that her nightmare wasn’t a dream. Immediately, she began to struggle against the strange chair that held her body down, her legs spread wide open as the man who had done this to her stood off to her side. However, her struggles did little as her strength remained moot. Her eyes narrowed at the sight of him in a new suit, the sunlight streaming in through the windows high up on the walls of the factory gone and replaced with the cool light of fluorescent lights from outside and beaming down from the ceiling.

Amali gritted her teeth, pressing her lips tightly together as he spoke, ordering her to steal the box of pale blue cubes from the compound map that had been fed into her mind. Her gaze narrowed as he mentioned that if she did it, she might get yummy cock and spunk to drink. For a split second, Amali’s anger subsided into an expression of need as her mind grappled with her craving for her captor’s cock. It was a sudden onset of need but it was obvious that she was fighting it tooth and nail as soon as her expression shifted, it shifted back to one of anger when he finished.

“Fuck you,” she hissed between clenched teeth, her metal fingers curling into fists as she was held still by the spears.
 
It was as any female should be. She was grateful, no, complete from receiving his seed. He had superimposed his will on her code, when the grunts had written it. His money, his world. Amali hadn't known, but she had come here to meet her god. How lovely she looked, finally, all filled up with his leavings and appreciating it deeply, by the look of her sweet, almost absent, stupid smile. He admired her expression and realized this was the most he'd ever liked her, when she became a poster-girl for how glorious he was. "Look at this, boys. Now this is something you should all get for yourself. It's like she'd in a good dream."

After she'd been put out, he got to see her stats. He noted that she was in distress, and even if they pumped her full of endorphins, the imagery of her dreams would be the same. Whether she enjoyed or suffered in there, they could not chase her. But she was doing a good job, punishing herself even in what little freedom she had left. Suppose he had something to do with it, if you thought about it. He had stood by her body, watching the whirr of the lights in her stomach, assuring him, despite her fertility, his seed was not to take root. She had gotten so much of his riches, she would not get his child, too. He was sure she was happy about that, though.

She did not like the information dump at the end of her sleep. He took note of that, but it was more of a cursory observation. Her suffering was important, but not so that he could stop it. He meant to use it. She woke up, still affixed to the chair, and was as happy as anyone could expect. But he saw, and the others too, and they announced with a few intrigued grumbles, when she obviously showed her inclination toward his cock and the treasure it could produce. He looked over his shoulder at a tech, that pointed a spiking graph and gave a thumbs up. Reikan grinned and returned his attention to her.

And then he punched her on her jaw. It was all knuckles, impacting on her soft, human cheek, but the power was so much that it wrenched her off the spike inserted into the back of her head, meant to hold it in place and hard-connecting her into their other machines and computers. There were sparks from the broken outlet, and the spear itself was bent. She would malfunction with some worrying sparks and she was immediately swarmed by mechanics and engineers. Reikan took a smug step back and let them work.

By the time she woke up again, when she worked again from glitching, there'd be a golden instead of chrome physical receiver at the back of her head. It had to be replaced and this was the only one they had for now. It was a bit more vulgar than the sleekness of the other one. He touched her cheek. This time her head was not fixated with a spear to the top of its spine. "Now, did you get that out of your system?" his disregard for her should be abundantly clear now.

A revving sound took the room and then the spears all yanked out with the accompanying pain, all at once. It'd drop her on the floor. Panels would come out of panels to cover her pussy and asshole, and two more from either side of her breasts to lock up her nipples, safely, and also lend some support for her breasts with pressure. She was free to move, but if she made any motion to hurt anyone or even leave, she'd be electrocuted from the inside and collapse. "I guess if you want to stay inside, you can. It only means you want me to fuck you all day, right? It's either work for me, or the pain I introduced you to, yesterday." he reasoned and corrected the collar of his suit.

"How about it, Doll?"
 
A long silence extended between the immobilized cyborg and the man who had created her. Amali’s resolve faltered for a moment before she steeled herself once again from the outright refusal to obey his order to use her skills as a thief to steal from some random person. Her captor’s expression was terrifying but Amali managed to hide her fear at what he would do with her refusal.

Suddenly, his fist swung, connecting right to her cheek and an explosion of pain spread right across her head as her neck snapped to the side, nearly snapping the spear penetrating the port at the base of her neck. Her pain was suddenly eclipsed with a deep static that immediately numbed all the pain, sending Amali into a static darkness. Her body began to convulse as a stream of sparks exploded from the port, her eyes twitching uncontrollably and rolling back into her head as a team of engineers emerged from behind their screens rushing towards her just as the world went blank.

This time, Amali was trapped in a dreamless darkness as the mechanics struggled to repair the damage done by the brutal attack. They worked quickly but carefully, yanking out the port and using tiny tweezers to spread the nerve endings while they placed a new, golden port in her neck, sealing it into her body again.

Amali blinked open her eyes once again, her memory wiped from the time she was being repaired as her captor leaned over her. His touch on her cheek prompted a revulsion as she tilted her head, realizing then that she wasn’t fastened in place by the spear at her neck. But it was obvious with the venom in his voice that she was trapped beneath his thumb.

Suddenly, a whirring sound echoed throughout the room before a snapping sound accompanied by excruciating pain throughout her arms and legs and down her spine while the ‘chair’ disappeared beneath her. Amali groaned in pain as her silicone and metal body hit the floor with a cacophony of sounds. But her torture was far from over as the whirring sound started again but this time came from her own body. Silicone panels opened on her stomach, her back and beneath her armpits, exposing her nerves to the cool air of the factory which ignited the endings while extra layers of panels emerged and slid over her womanhood, her backside and two triangle shaped panels moved mechanically to cover her nipples, putting pressure on her breasts like she was wearing a sports bra made of silicone. The silicone melded perfectly with the rest of the rainbow silicone that covered her body, making her look like a sexless doll meant to be played with.

Amali pressed her hand against the floor as the panels revealed that she had no control over her own coverage while even that aspect of her life was taken from her. Her captor held all the cards and it was obvious with his choices for her. Pressing her hands against the floor, she pushed herself up to a half sitting position, the long teal hair falling over her face as he offered her a choice to work for him or be tortured.

Breathing heavily, her back heaved as she remained facing away from him as she contemplated her lack of choice in the matter.

“Fine,” she muttered, “I’ll do it. I’ll work for you.”
 
It was a lively theater to see, when his very human power caused such destruction in the female machine. The way they'd build her spine made it very strong, but when she was propped up like this, the durability of her outer didn't matter so much as the breach of her shell by the spear, to tend to her insides, both the material, and the software. Really, it had been reckless, as much so as it would have been kicking any computer, but he did what he wanted with his toys. She threw her insults, and it was high time she understood the possible price of her continued rudeness. Even whores who didn't want to be whores would have learned by now. Thieves needed to be clever, fast learners. He liked his role as teacher, but that also meant he had to step up his punishments of her when she proved too daft to learn at the current level. Besides, a man like Reikan enjoyed hurting the pretty thing they'd built. Her pride did this to her. Not him.

She was returned to him in the state she was before his violence. There was anger in her, but he thought he could see she'd tempered it. She had little chance to answer before she was unsheathed from the chair formation and dropped to the floor. She didn't like her clothed configuration, probably because it was another violation, but to him it was a perfect show of perfect engineering. Amali had suffered much greater transgressions lately, though, so she recovered quickly from that one. She almost looked used to her body, when she half sat there for him. He waited for her answer. She looked petulant but not unreasonable.

His face lit up, which was strange for such a proven bad man. "Now that's a good girl." he said and clapped his hands together. He came to loom over her. Even though they might have benefitted from giving her a few extra inches, she still had her human proportions, which meant he towered over her, like this. He extended his hand down. Her power levels were on par with what she was used to in her former life, but there'd always be the issue of how she'd accessed more of it before, when she threw him across the room. Still, he waited for her to take his help. He thought they both deserved this, him for having proven he was bad if she was bad, and her for submitting, if only verbally.

"Matthew." Reikan said, and a shorter male with dress shirt and tie under his labcoat came onto the floor from having been at a computer to the side. He had glasses and a rounded face, perched on a rather narrow body. His pants were pressed and his shoes were proper. It was all neat, but obviously not expensive. Her thief experience would know he valued order over fine brands, unlike Reikan.

"Good day, Project Courtesan... I mean Amali." he started. His head dropped once in a shallow bow at the mistake before a holographic screen appeared in front of her. The schematics of the sewer system she already knew was projected, but with the addition of the waterway that the outlet connected to. Electric wheels started whirring somewhere to the side. "Your insertion point will be this." he gestured toward the broken pipe on the screen, they actually had a real photo of that. "But you'll need this." The wheels were attached to a cart which drove a suit over. It was larger than her, but only made her a head or so taller than Reikan, which made the suit a rather modest silhouette compared to some of the armor out there. The suit opened, splayed a bit like she knew her own panels, waiting to swallow her up.

"You can ditch it when you reach the air ducts but mark the location, because it'll be beneficial if you can exit the same way. You're equipped with war gear, but we haven't figured out exactly the points of strain, yet..."

"Meaning you might still break yourself while breaking others." Reikan interrupted, smug about this knowledge. Matthew cleared his throat and nodded.

"Well yes. We'll work on that. But the rest is up to you, Amali." he said and smiled, almost apologetic.
 
Amali remained in the half seated position on the floor, her words cutting into her psyche as she gave in to her captor’s demands. Not that she had any other choice. Her new body was nearly indestructible but her nerves were fried, the agony inflicted on her breaking her resolve, if only temporarily. Her mind swam as she ran through every option in her mind. She needed him to trust her. To leave her alone. Enough time to be able to steal the small tablet he held which controlled her. But to do that would take time.

The thought made Amali grit her teeth while she stared intently at the polished concrete floor, her body still in a half seated position, her metal palms pressed against it while her long teal hair fell over her expression. Her shoulders slumped forward as each breath caused her back to raise slightly.

His excitement over Amali’s compliance sent a shiver down her chrome coloured spine. Woven through the jovial claps was a sinister tone that swept through the room, echoing amongst the furious keyboard taps of the engineers who bore witness to the poor thief’s mutilation and ‘programming’. Her captor’s shadow then reflected over her body, the glisten of the silicone and metal disappearing within the darkness of his form. Amali turned her head as a movement caught her peripheral vision. Looking over, she was met with the sight of his hand, palm open in an offer of help.

Amali clenched her jaw, her eyes narrowing for a split second before she remembered that she needed to gain his trust. To comply until she could escape. So within that moment, she reached up, her cold, metal palm pressing against his warm flesh. It was a stark contrast and only served to remind Amali of her new existence. An unwanted existence but now one she could not escape. She allowed her captor to help her to her feet, already more stable on her new legs than her first attempt to run.

When he beckoned one of the engineers, Amali immediately moved her hand away from his, returning it to her side as a non-descript man in a simple shirt and tie scrambled over with another one of the small tablets. Amali shuddered again as he mistook her name for the label of ‘Project Courtesan’ moving her existence further away from humanity into machine. But she didn’t react further, merely staring straight ahead as the hologram appeared before her eyes. The familiar sight of the sewer system took up her vision but this time, there was an extra extension. A waterway leading out from the sewers. A broken pipe exposed to the air above just as a whirring sound echoed throughout the large warehouse. Amali’s brow furrowed and she turned her head towards the sound, confused. Matthew pulled her attention back to the hologram map once again explaining her entry point before turning back towards the whirring noise, just as a cart emerged from behind some of the large monitors, a black rubberized suit sitting atop it. The suit was sleek, almost like a diving suit but with more moving joints and parts.

The suit stopped feet away from her before the whirring sound of the wheels stopped, replaced by the familiar buzzing sound that Amali had recognized as panels opening. But this time, instead of panels on her own silicone body, the black rubber suit opened exposing small spears designed to impale her body in the same places as the ‘chair’ had moments earlier.

Amali grimaced at the sight of what could only be described to any human as a torture device. A modern day iron maiden type prison that would trap her within while Matthew continued to explain the plan. The thief turned back towards her captor as he smirked, indicating that they still didn’t know what her ‘points of strain’ were, making the theft a much more dangerous endeavour. She could be killed or maimed and left to a slow death in some ditch or worse!

Matthew’s words of the rest being up to her were far from comforting. She looked at him in her peripherals, refusing to acknowledge the apology he seemed to be offering up at her predicament. Her mutilation into a cyborg partly his fault, even if only in complacency. The tension was obvious in the room as she didn’t want to obey but it was obvious she wasn’t getting out of it if she wanted to and this option was better than the alternative.

Lifting her head, her fingers curled into her palms making her hands fists as she walked towards the suit. Turning around, she walked backwards into it slowly, gritting her teeth to prepare for the pain from the spears to seal her inside.
 
Amali remained in the half seated position on the floor, her words cutting into her psyche as she gave in to her captor’s demands. Not that she had any other choice. Her new body was nearly indestructible but her nerves were fried, the agony inflicted on her breaking her resolve, if only temporarily. Her mind swam as she ran through every option in her mind. She needed him to trust her. To leave her alone. Enough time to be able to steal the small tablet he held which controlled her. But to do that would take time.

The thought made Amali grit her teeth while she stared intently at the polished concrete floor, her body still in a half seated position, her metal palms pressed against it while her long teal hair fell over her expression. Her shoulders slumped forward as each breath caused her back to raise slightly.

His excitement over Amali’s compliance sent a shiver down her chrome coloured spine. Woven through the jovial claps was a sinister tone that swept through the room, echoing amongst the furious keyboard taps of the engineers who bore witness to the poor thief’s mutilation and ‘programming’. Her captor’s shadow then reflected over her body, the glisten of the silicone and metal disappearing within the darkness of his form. Amali turned her head as a movement caught her peripheral vision. Looking over, she was met with the sight of his hand, palm open in an offer of help.

Amali clenched her jaw, her eyes narrowing for a split second before she remembered that she needed to gain his trust. To comply until she could escape. So within that moment, she reached up, her cold, metal palm pressing against his warm flesh. It was a stark contrast and only served to remind Amali of her new existence. An unwanted existence but now one she could not escape. She allowed her captor to help her to her feet, already more stable on her new legs than her first attempt to run.

When he beckoned one of the engineers, Amali immediately moved her hand away from his, returning it to her side as a non-descript man in a simple shirt and tie scrambled over with another one of the small tablets. Amali shuddered again as he mistook her name for the label of ‘Project Courtesan’ moving her existence further away from humanity into machine. But she didn’t react further, merely staring straight ahead as the hologram appeared before her eyes. The familiar sight of the sewer system took up her vision but this time, there was an extra extension. A waterway leading out from the sewers. A broken pipe exposed to the air above just as a whirring sound echoed throughout the large warehouse. Amali’s brow furrowed and she turned her head towards the sound, confused. Matthew pulled her attention back to the hologram map once again explaining her entry point before turning back towards the whirring noise, just as a cart emerged from behind some of the large monitors, a black rubberized suit sitting atop it. The suit was sleek, almost like a diving suit but with more moving joints and parts.

The suit stopped feet away from her before the whirring sound of the wheels stopped, replaced by the familiar buzzing sound that Amali had recognized as panels opening. But this time, instead of panels on her own silicone body, the black rubber suit opened exposing small spears designed to impale her body in the same places as the ‘chair’ had moments earlier.

Amali grimaced at the sight of what could only be described to any human as a torture device. A modern day iron maiden type prison that would trap her within while Matthew continued to explain the plan. The thief turned back towards her captor as he smirked, indicating that they still didn’t know what her ‘points of strain’ were, making the theft a much more dangerous endeavour. She could be killed or maimed and left to a slow death in some ditch or worse!

Matthew’s words of the rest being up to her were far from comforting. She looked at him in her peripherals, refusing to acknowledge the apology he seemed to be offering up at her predicament. Her mutilation into a cyborg partly his fault, even if only in complacency. The tension was obvious in the room as she didn’t want to obey but it was obvious she wasn’t getting out of it if she wanted to and this option was better than the alternative.

Lifting her head, her fingers curled into her palms making her hands fists as she walked towards the suit. Turning around, she walked backwards into it slowly, gritting her teeth to prepare for the pain from the spears to seal her inside.
 
She was fresh off another defeat. It showed well on her position, there on the floor. He was very happy about the articulation they'd managed. She was more fluent in build than most of the pleasure bots out there. They'd borrowed some designs but given her purpose having to be more than just being a fuckdoll, they had splurged on her joints. Not at the cost of the fluidity in her motions though. She was perfectly robotic, but also human. The silicone in her remained soft, but exotic, and the metal was polished smooth. She was on the floor, collapsed, and he didn't mind waiting for her while she took in her new life, her orders.

He noted the changing emotions on her face from below him. How was it that she could still look so helpless when she was built much better and stronger than before? Another feat of her design. She could hesitate all her want, but she still had to take the hand. This iteration of Amali wasn't overly heavy. Her servos and other motors and means of strength were effective, not bulky. A bullet doesn't have to be heavy to pack a punch. Besides, they had other suits for her, for when she needed to brawl. He wrapped his hand around hers when she submitted it, and pulled up easily. There was a version of her that was stripped of a lot of her stronger parts, which would make her feather light. It had been an experiment in efficiency, and perhaps an outing into really effective thievery, but it was also so that she'd be a user friendly fuck, indeed like a toy. Now she weighed much like any woman of her proportions would, thanks to some well placed empty spaces within her metal casing, and, of course, brilliantly placed and made tech. He tugged a bit at her hand to try out the weight distribution of his doll. He nodded with some approval.

They were all excited to see when Matthew presented her suit. It wasn't the Loader suit, but it would be a good gateway into it fir later. After her short introduction to the job, the light armor was presented. She looked and Reikan smiled to himself when it opened up, much like a spiked coffin for torture. Though these connecting rods had a purpose. If anyone else tried to wear it, it'd be a big mistake. "Really, you should be flattered we went through all the trouble of making this, just for you." her physical compatibility with the myriad of attachments that waited for her, was unique to her port-set-up.

Reikan was calm as the mission settled into her. She did not want this. And he wondered what she'd do in protest. She seemed to have learned, she'd also taken to his cum because they'd programmed her to. But it wasn't unthinkable that she'd make the mistake of pushing her useless rebellion further. Many went through the motions just to preserve some of their pride, but that always lost, in the end. He had full access to her pain center. He just needed her to realize it. He just needed her to be more smart than her sour disposition at this job suggested. He thought her expression on her human face over robot parts was fetching. He knew he'd chosen right.

Reikan gasped in excitement when she finally did go to the suit. Her stride was programmed to be more "hippy" and showcased the ass they'd put on her, now with the middle line obscured by panels, but still lewd since it had a woman's actual shapes. He stared into her eyes when she turned, and then the suit ate her up.

She would notice it did not hurt to be inserted over the spears. It was a good fit after all. But when her captor smiled at her she'd know something was off. Even though the spears had come in easy enough, just a feeling of slight fullness and whatever satisfaction comes with that, they were not fully connected. With hissing sounds, each of them twisted to latch into their intended place inside her. That would hurt. And once she was fastened, the panels closed around her. It fit like a second skin, and made sure to still accentuate what Reikan surely liked about her figure.

A soft humming and a two-wheel bike drove up to her from where the suit had come from. Its unhindered motion was smooth, and its middle, under the seat, had an accordion shield design for more agility. It behaved a bit like an animal, circling her slowly, perfectly balanced despite the lack of speed. It stopped close to her, expecting her. "This is calibrated to you. It'll take you to the river, a safe access point, and then you'll have to walk the bottom to get to the pipe." Reikan said and petted the bike's anterior end, where a small glass shield would protect her face. "Now, I am sure you've learned by now, but I have to remind you we can always find you, we can control you. So you better come back."
 
Amali gritted her teeth, her metal fingers curling as she took a final step towards the suit made custom for her new form as her captor chastised her for not thanking him for making it for her. Her blue eyes flashed angrily as the next step put her body in line with the spears emerging from the suit, lining up perfectly with the round ports located all over her body. Her hips swayed slghtly as the spears pistoned into the waiting ports, like she was being poked with numerous fingers pushing into her skin, but it was also a strange full feeling as her cybernetic, rainbow hued body was pulled back slightly into the suit until the spear pressed into the repaired port at the back of her neck.

But his expression revealed that something far more sinister was afoot as she was pulled back into the suit, the spears delving as far as possible into her waiting ports. Amali’s expression changed slightly to one of confusion and concern before a loud hissing sound echoed from the suit. The sound was followed by an excruciating burning sensation that enveloped each piston as they twisted into place within the ports. Amali cried out in agony as her artificial muscles and silicone contracted while she was pulled back into the suit, the front of it closing in around her while more pistons forced their way into her collarbone ports hidden beneath the silicone strands and two more forced their way painfully into where her nipples used to be.

But the pain was quickly merged immediately with an intense pleasure that coursed through her. Her cries became much more carnal, degenerating and mixing with painful groans and pleasurable groans. Her facial expression contorted and changed with each passing second as she was trapped within the suit, a helmet emerging up and over her head, hiding her hair and leaving only her face exposed.

Suddenly a humming sound emerged from behind her and a strange motorcycle emerged from the shadows, running around her body like a lion circling a gazelle before stopping next to her, waiting for her to straddle it as Amali’s captor instructed her on what was going to happen next. She knew that she was not in control of herself and she was sure there was some sort of tracking device on her, probably connected to the infernal tablet he held tightly in his grasp.

Amali didn’t respond to him, her expression one of reluctant compliance as she turned towards the bike, lifting one of her feet up over the seat of the bike to take up position on top of the vehicle, her hands moving forward to grasp the handlebars, waiting to be taken to the access point.
 
He enjoyed the physical program of her being taken into the suit. He understood why she thought she'd be alright, since she'd docked into the chair in a somewhat initially painless way. But the truth of the matter was that he could design almost any experience she had. They could have made the hard-wiring as seamless as the ones she'd had, but he wanted the suit to have some impact, for the usable parts to be a little closer integrated with her. So her small sureness was taken away, and the pain of the twisting spears to finalize merging was just that, surprising and invasive. The pain was intrusion, not so much geared toward stark pain responses, not like fireworks he could set off in her belly, targeting her brain and all but frying it. He still remembered when she returned to sentience, when her arm shot out and threw him. They'd been working on that. One of them had his bones broken over that. But they hadn't figured it out, yet. They'd appeased him with diagnostic designs, though. A sadist, always.

And a pervert.

He'd given her the sordid pleasure from it too. They were all intrigued about the sounds Amali made when that part of the program hit. A few of them shifted uncomfortably in their pants. Her moans echoed through their hall of technology, set inside the giant locale of a bought and hidden warehouse. Reikan enjoyed her still showing face. The human skin looked almost lewd among all the sleek material, rubberized metal.

They were all elated to see her interact with the bike. When she sat on it, the seat would sink in slightly, and the handlebars would follow, pulling her arms into the tank while the windshield grew over her face. She was lying down more now, and still the bike was balanced. Without a word from her new owner the bike left. The roads felt like nothing. She would experience it a bit like pushing through a substance thicker than air but leagues more allowing than water. It was the feedback system to tell her about all the things that were happening around her as they went. An organic computer.

She would feel a pressure to begin. Not painful but very noticeable. And as they got closer, the pressure around her would lessen. An incentive and instinctual learning to go where she was told. But she was not let out of the bike when she reached the riverbank, even though its mission stopped there. She was left to guess if it was an on-board decision because of some overrriding protocol, or because the machine wanted to help her, but the shields enveloped her further, keeping her dry as it followed the bottom of the river, submerged, to take her to the outlet of the pipe, itself. The water was dark.

She was only ejected slowly from the machine when it had climbed the pipe for her, and reached the hole in it. It was a careful treatment of her that had not present in her mission statement. Even the undocking of the spears did not have the violence of them being put in, when Reikan was matching. The finishing jingle from was a light one, it was odd that there was one at all, and a soft hum marked the shutting down of the bike, ready, dormant, to wait for her to come back.
 
Amali barely had time to react as she sat down on the bike, obviously nervous as to what torture it would contain. But it was far less than the brutality that she expected as the seat moved down slightly and her hands were pulled into the tank of the bike with the handlebars, imprisoning her on top of the vehicle with her hands disappearing beneath the large tank forcing her body forward almost into a lying position with her legs bent at the knee and her ass pushed back slightly on the seat in an attractive way, like a model riding a bike. A slight buzz emanated from the bike as the windshield moved up, curving up over her head before fastening at the back of her neck, trapping her completely on the bike before it began humming and rolling out of the warehouse and out onto the roads, lit only by the LED street lamps as the bike maneuvered through the roads in its prescribed route.

Amali didn’t feel any wind as it whooshed past her driving through the streets but moreso a slight pressure that pushed into her body from the pulsating spears inserted into the ports in the suit. Every turn ignited a wave of pressure throughout her entire body. It was uncomfortable but not painful but the further the bike drove in the streets, the pressure began to lessen, the comfort level increasing in Amali’s cybernetic body. Eventually, the bike left the road, driving down a dirt path until it reached the banks of the river running through the center of the city. Lifting her back slightly, Amali expected to be released from the bike. But instead, the windshield unlatched from her neck while more clear shields emerged from the sides of the bike, completely enclosing her body before the bike buzzed back to life and drove straight into the water, transforming into a strange submarine headed towards the broken pipe she had on the map displayed in front of her eyes.

The bike released her within the broken pipe along with the suit, the buzzing gentler than her insertion as the suit opened up, allowing her to emerge unscathed, the ports remaining open all over her body until she was fully out of the suit. She then began walking through the pipe, following the digital map overlaid with her vision, making it appear more like a video game than real life.

The entrance was uneventful. The building was quiet and all the codes worked. She managed to steal the cubes without so much as a tustle, however something deep inside her was grating at her. Like her skin was crawling. It started as more of an annoyance, barely noticeable as she made her way back to the bike with the bag of cubes. But as she was forced back into the suit, the pistons forcing their way into her waiting ports, the crawling feeling turned to a gnawing need. Her breath quickened with the battery attached to her lungs while her body was forced forward again, imprisoning her pressed against the large tank of the motorcycle. The annoyance slowly turned into a desperate need and when she returned to the warehouse, her heart and lungs were rapidly beating and expanding.

Once outside of the bike, Amali fell to her knees on the floor, the feeling of arousal becoming overwhelming. Her moans echoed throughout the warehouse while she collapsed onto her side, her vision blurring slightly as her hands moved instinctively, trying to force into her sealed womanhood only to be met with the hard panel covering her, preventing any stimulation or pleasure.
“Wh-what’s happening?” she moaned out, her legs moving like she was riding a bicycle on the floor, her gasps interrupting each syllable.
 
Reikan watched as her posed ass went out the door on the bike. Matthew looked at his boss that suggested he was a bit surprised by how the bike performed. Something it is self-learning matrix was spiking at different values, and it suggested the borderline sentience and focus that was sometimes the ghosts of old programming in these stitched-together technologies. "What?" Reikan asked, though only partially engaged since it was likely going to be technological jargon. If the wares weren't here to fuck or malfunctioning in a irreparable way, he didn't really need to engage all that much, that's what he paid these weak-jawed people for.

"Seems the bike has taken to her." Matthew said. Reikan rolled his eyes.

"As long as it does what we want it to, I don't care if it tries to have her babies. It's just put together from different other models but fitted for her specs, right?" Reikan pushed as he turned toward the door.

"Yes, and overlapping code can reconcile differently, but still, it's notable..." Matthew said, but Reikan was already gone.

He had other crime to do. Of the bloody sort. But he kept tabs on the tablet that was calibrated to his life signs. For security measures, it was not integrated into his other tech. He followed her all the way, and she was performing splendidly. He wouldn't have given her an overly complicated mission already, but her obedience outside of the headquarters was admirable. He'd made sure she knew what might happen if she fled, of course, but it was good to know the thief wasn't stupid enough to try something anyway.

He was back before she was, and like everyone else in the ring of machines waiting for her, he was excited. They'd had plenty of info already, following her on her way, but it was of course more real to see her arrive in person. He'd been particularly interested in one of the values on the little screen. When the bike let her off, the little jingle that played sounded upbeat, but when Matthew dismissed it, the melody became a bit somber, and since Reikan was looking, it seemed its lights dimmed a bit too as it was leaving. He frowned, remembering what Matthew had said. How odd.

But Reikan's attention was soon brought back to his favorite cyborg when she discovered the effects of another feature in her. A few of the techs were a bit surprised, but those in the know, and the ones that worked closely with her biochemistry, already had an idea why she was being so hot and bothered on the floor. It was Reikan's idea to set the protective panels to his controls rather than hers, concerning these things. She still had the suit on. The men twisted uncomfortably when her noises and motions indicated what all men want from women. Reikan stood over her and marinated in her sexual frustration, turned up in her mechanized body.

"What do you think is happening? You're a slut, of course." he said to some of the men's laughter. "I told you I'd reward you when coming home but you didn't seem all the interested." he pointed out and tilted his head, looking down at her mercilessly. "Your body needs things, just like when it was completely human. Organic things." he continued and kicked the inside of her foot to spread her legs, so he could stand between them and look down at her shielded pussy. With a thought, the tablet in his chest pocket made her strength suit open with a hiss. The panels splayed apart, but she herself would have to get up, and pull herself from the spears inserted into her ports. It'd be painful, and he wanted to see it. He grinned when she was out, taking steps back so that she'd have to get to him, probably by crawling in her new, needy state.

"Remember how you felt when I came inside you?" he said, a reveal that would cement her new condition. His cock was there, waiting for her behind his pants, to give her everything she'd been calibrated to crave. Just the presence and the surrounding hormones and musk of his cock would act to soothe her a little bit, but it would of course be the payload and fucking that'd do her best. "Well, that's your life now. You won't be able to live without it." Her body still had the pleasure locks over her pussy, ass and nipples, and she would have to beg to get those open. "And we have to do some tests for your cranium too. But since you've been good, if you ask nicely, I'll let you suck my cock while they do it."
 
Amali felt like she was going to crawl out of her new silicone skin as her captor approached slowly, like a predator stalking an injured prey. Every movement felt like she was in slow motion as her body writhed in a combination of need and of agony as she desperately tried to fight it. His response barely registered in her ears before his boot forced her onto her back, her legs splayed open lewdly, still trapped within the slick black suit as he stood over her, lording himself over her smaller but much stronger form.

Suddenly, a loud hiss echoed in her ears and the black suit splayed open revealing her multi-coloured silicone and metal body beneath, still attached to probes. He then stepped back and the soothing feeling of his body being near her waned which made Amali’s mind swim with need and frustration. She tried lifting her head, only to be met with the pain of the port at the back of her neck gripping the probe within it. She immediately laid back down but the further her captor moved, the worse the feelings coursing through her got. Breathing heavily, her battery powered lungs heaving within her chest plate, Amali lifted her arm, pulling her ports away from the probes as she cried in pain. It felt like she was pulling IVs out from the backs of her arms, each one more painful than the last. Steeling herself and gritting her teeth, she pulled her other arm up and away from the probes, screaming to quell the pain as she moved to sit up, pulling the one out from the back of her neck.

Sitting up, her chest moved forward slightly as her shoulders sagged with a painful exhaustion. After a moment, she reached up and yanked the two probes out of the ports at her collarbones, leaving only her nipples the last to be released. Her shoulders rose and fell as her heart beat quickly beneath the sillicone breasts. Grabbing hold of the two silicone tubes, she screamed, yanking them out just as the panels forced their way back over her breasts, shielding them from any touch just as the wanting need flared up within her again.

Amali leaned forward, her body too overcome with desperation to stand, she crawled out of the suit, desperate to quell the pain that seemed to flowing through her non-existant veins. But Reikan’s words echoed in her mind as he reveled in her humiliation, her need for his cock a permanent part of her. In that moment, all of Amali’s plans to gain his trust to escape left her and her anger took over. Stopping, her breath little more than desperate gasps as she tried to fight the addiction that he had forced into her. “F-f-fuck you,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper as he told her to beg him to suck his cock while they did tests on her head.
 
Her hesitant movements to get out of the opened suit were very... human. He wanted to see just exactly how she was affected by the addiction they'd planted in her. This could be quite the way to keep his other whores in line, though the procedure was very expensive, and not everyone had the perfect conditions of living in a cybernetic microcosm to make it work. Some of the silicone was actually mixed up and designed to wither without his cum. It was a bio active system, and it used some of the flora in her own body. The chemists and biologists involved in this were just as prolific as the other engineers. She was suffering the result of their hard work, now. A cum addicted slut, right from the start. She tried to follow him directly, out of the suit, but the spear in her head kept her from it. Ah. He liked when they had to work for some cock. It was humiliating for the formerly proud and independent thief, but things were never going to be fair again for their pretty, newborn Amali.

"Look at her go." Reikan said, elated, and gasped when she tore herself away from the spiny ends of chords inside the suit. He even applauded. "Wow, she really wants it, guys." he went on and the ones who wanted to appease him, which was almost all of them, laughed. The rest were honestly amused by how she hurt herself to get out of the protective shell. When she finally sat up, sans her connectors, he thought she looked rather formidable. Like his cock was a worthy mission for her. The release of her breasts was particularly enticing for the men. It was the oddest and most engaging erotic show. She had already paid for her 'treatments' in jerk off material alone.

It would seem his mocking got to her. The poor girl was suffering without his cock and still she struggled. He looked down at her. She was on the edge, though. She'd come this far. So he stuck his hand inside his pant, and petted his cock firmly before he took it out. She was fuming, but how far would her anger take her, that her build-in addiction couldn't catch up? He extended the hand toward her, and smeared his cock-sweat damp fingers over her upper lip and nose. A graph spiked so high in one of the screens around her that there was an audible warning signal.

His other hand reached out to the side, and an electric razor was quickly handled to him. He weaved it at her while her brain bathed in the hormones and pheromones of his dick. "Now, why don't you do yourself a favor and just have your supper like a good girl? You're tough now, but that's not going to last when we lock you into your chair and you spend the rest of the night screaming for just a drop of my spunk." And he honestly believed that. "Yeah, you can eat the best meal you've ever had, and I can give you a nice hairdo while you do it. And then we're putting some more ports in you, so we can run some diagnostics."
 
Amali hated every second she was forced to crawl across the floor, the unknowing scent of his pheromones forcing her cybernetic body forward even while her mind screamed in protest. However, her strength was short lived as immediately after the words left her mouth, a deep burning sensation began to pulse painfully in her stomach. Unbeknownst to Amali, the silicone skin of her stomach had begun to degrade from the lack of salty cum, it’s structure inextricably tied to a diet of his seed.

Within seconds, the pain became palpable, the feeling like she was being burned from the inside out making Amali groan in agony while his hand retreated into his pants, moving along the length of his cock, outlined by his pants as her eyes moved upwards to stare at the movement, the anger retreating to a deep longing. His hand then emerged from his pants, glistening slightly with sweat as the fumes of his manhood reached her nostrils. Amali’s breath quickened, the battery on her lungs forcing her to open her mouth to take in a full inhalataion as the hand moved slowly forward before his fingers moved to smear the sweat over her upper lip and beneath her nose.

The smell immediately began to quell the intense burning in her stomach while Amali inhaled it deeply. Her anger quickly melting out of her expression to be replaced by the wanting need of filling her belly with his seed. A loud beeping began to sound from behind the poor cyborg while her body responded in earnest. Her mind turned into a euphoric state while he spoke of her ‘eating her supper’, his hand waving around an electric razor over her head.

In that moment, Amali needed his cock desperately while the burning sensation began to rear its ugly head once again, his voice sounding like she was hearing it underwater, her eyes staring needily at the front of his pants. In that moment, she wanted nothing more than his manhood deep in her throat, to taste and lick every last drop of his spunk to fill her stomach and satiate the overwhelming need in her gut. She barely heard his words of cutting her teal hair and putting more ports into her while she leaned forward.

In that moment, nothing else but his cock mattered and she opened her mouth wide like a baby bird waiting for its mother’s meal.
 
The way she twisted in the build-in pain was very exciting for the scientists around. Of course, they were male too, and seeing any woman in such sensual strain affected them. Reikan stood there, recipient of her addiction, the one they'd taught her body to have when it was manufactured. A lot of minds had come together to make Amali the perfect ecosystem of things you might want in the perfect slave. It had been both cruel and impractical to make her like this, but it was certainly characteristic. There were already unfeeling borgs out there, guarding skyscrapers and aiding in hard tasks. They didn't want a perfect being. They wanted something exclusive. And you didn't pay for perfection. You bought the flaws of the machines, when you bought them to be your companions. Humanity. She had gotten to keep hers, but it was different. A flawed design that would be fully feminine in its own way. As written and directed by males, of course.

She was pitiful when she was taken by the notes on his finger. Essence of his cock, shining on her face. She should be disgusted, but even though she was mostly herself, her cybernetic parts couldn't even muster the pretend that this was not what it wanted. Even someone who was unaware what their thirst might be would still be drawn to water when it was presented. They had managed to make a synthetic need primal, in the woman. Her eyes glittered with need, and she didn't know to snap or bite at the digits that gave her a whiff of what she really had to have.

Her momentary peace spoke to her addiction. It was just the smallest sample, and she was already fully engaged. She had such an innocent, natural craving on her human face for his cock that they all held their breaths, suffering with her in hopes that she would get what she wanted from the most powerful man in the room. And he did give it to her. He unrolled his cock out of his pants, the half hard cock ever growing as he got closer, and slapped the fat head on her lower lip, before sliding it into her to see what she'd do when she finally tasted it. He'd be hard in no time. But he, like everyone else, wanted to see just how she'd take it.

And, while she was busy with it, he started on her hair. The stationed cameras and the small drones made sure to capture it vividly in sectioned screens that were placed all around, on feet and bolted to walls. The blue hair fell and revealed scalp. It was a juvenile and demeaning haircut, with her bangs still there. All while the woman was sucking cock. Quite decadent for Reikan, getting to take this from her while she gave him pleasure because her life and well-being depended on it.
 
Amali’s intact mind was screaming to resist the urge to open her mouth, awaiting the gift of Reikan’s cock and she hated herself for obeying him as he described. Her mind wanted to be disgusted from the sheen of his sweat over her upper lip, the scent still invading her nostrils. Sticking to her scent receptors, the need to more of his scent inside of her only dampened her mind’s screams as she leaned closer towards him.

The crawling need that coursed through her still human nerves, spread through her synthetic muscles, demanding a relief as his hand moved to his pants, opening the button and the zipper before his semi-hard cock was released. Amali inhaled sharply, her heart beginning to beat faster while her breath caught in her chest. The very sight of the veiny, hardening member sent shockwaves of need throughout her body. Her mouth opened wider while the sight of his cock made her eyes widen in desire.

She whimpered slightly as he stepped forward, rubbing the bulbous head along her lower lip before pushing it into her mouth, past her teeth while the taste of his cock only intensified the feeling of relief she had when she smelled it. Amali’s eyes rolled back into her head as her desperate whimper turned to an intensely aroused moan that vibrated along the length of his cock. Her tongue began to run along his length in her mouth, her nostrils flaring while she began to suck on it, moving her head down the shaft. Her metallic fingers pressed against the floor while her moans grew louder, the need growing along with the relief as her body began to crave the salty release to satiate a deep hunger in her core.

Amali’s eyes were only closed for a moment before a sharp buzzing sound echoed throughout the room. Opening her eyes while his dick was lodged into her mouth, she caught sight of the shiny metal of the clippers before they were pressed onto her scalp, a few inches behind her hairline. Suddenly, the vibrations hit her head and Reikan moved the clippers back along her hair, shearing the turquoise locks from her scalp, leaving only a tiny fuzz of hair and revealing how far back her skin had been allowed on her head.

Amali whimpered in protest, her eyes beginning to flit back and forth in panic and humiliation as he ran the clippers over and over on her head, shearing her locks from her head while her mouth continued to desperately suck on his cock. The conflict was clear between her body and her mind when her cheeks flushed a deep red while her tongue continued its desperate movements along his length, her whimpers changing to moans of desire and back again as he shaved her head, leaving only a length of bangs along the front which fell to the center of her forehead, her body only focused on his release as she began to suck harder and faster. As he shaved, it was revealed that her human skin spread back to the end of her hairline where it then stitched into the multicoloured silicone that made up the rest of her epidermis.

The poor thief could do nothing as Reiken took her hair, shearing it down to as short as the clippers would go leaving only thick teal bangs that sat on her forehead making her look all the more inhuman. The mixture of sounds that she emitted was also otherworldly while she worked desperately to get him to release his spunk, the liquid gold that her stomach craved in that very moment. A craving so strong that she couldn’t even fight the humiliation he was performing on her head.
 
She blossomed into the prettiest expression when she came closer to getting what she wanted. What a perfectly whorish face she was making, already smeared with his cock sweat. And she hadn't even had the thought to wipe it from herself. His hormones were feeding and triggering hers. He felt so generous, when he presented his cock to her, and she looked as though it was all she'd ever wanted, like he was truly saving her. Her poor hungry eyes, in her human face.

And when she finally got to taste it, she was almost undone. Like he'd saved her from starvation. He groaned when she made her noises, and her honestly eager tongue and grateful moth went to work. The cock twitched inside her mouth, at the feel of her still human tongue when it lathered him with worship. She wasn't just sucking, she was suckling, wanting the product of it. Whores would pretend to have a grand time, lending their oral skills to make a buck, but Amali was actually enjoying this for herself. It was giving her life, in a sense. Another feature to the ever giving doll that they'd put together. The way they'd designed her, they'd made something that thrived and needed to be used. An unfair stacking of a deck in a game she was forced into. But it was real to her. As real as her old body being gone. She was getting nourishment from his cock.

And it was even more exclusive to get to shave her meanwhile. Like he needed more stimulation other than the pretty cyborg on his cock. It was rewarding to have himself sucked while he saw the hair go to the ground. With the different substances they'd replaced inside her, and the way they stained her hair, she would always have versions of this color, so it would grow out. With the right protein injections and programming of her cells, they could even grow it faster. But why would they want to when he had decided her hairdo, right now? He felt the vibrations onto his cock as the razor rode her scalp. He was taking things from her even when she had to blow him. He hissed in absolute delight at this perfect moment and continued to take away her azure tresses.

Her mixed noises had him groan and that made his work a bit uneven, but that was quickly fixed by shaving those patches clean. He did leave her bangs, because it was more humiliating, and savored the lewd look of her exposed scalp. It was such a good and hungry mouth that it eventually deserved a single jet of precum down her throat, sure to mingle well with her new hunger. Her noises and her starving tongue were coaxing something out of him, naturally.

Eventually it became too much for him, with the finishing touches of her hair, and the delight at having her try so hard for his orgasm. He grunted as his free hand stroked to pet away the last hair still stuck on her scalp, and came hard into her, digging his fingers into her head to brace himself, finally gifting her what she was so hungry for. The first three ropes were thick and plentiful. She was calibrated to recieve them well. He was curious to see how well. But he wouldn't be done after such a small amount, and stepped back once, to let a few cum-threads lash her face, and then he spilled a pretty hefty load not on her, but on the floor. He breathed deeply while it happened, almost like he was in pain himself, from the cumming she had elicited.

And, as she tried to clean herself up, or even the floor, the clippers were fast replaced with something that looked a lot like a gun, but with its rounded, ring-like ammunition, loaded around the barrel rather than in the handle. If she bowed, or was otherwise occupied, he'd touch the opening of the barrel to her her temple, to see if she'd even care. And then he'd pull the trigger. Indeed it'd look like an execution, between the blowback and the force. But he wouldn't waste her brain on that. It was still human, only enhanced and aided with their tech.

Instead the ring shot forward, with a spear attached from inside the barrel. It punched another port into her skull, easier for diagnostics so they could get to the bottom of how she'd accessed her strength enough to throw him, before.

And if it went well, he'd simply circle her, and execute her four more times, leaving her with new ports, two on either side, and one in the back, above the new gold one she had.
 
No matter how much Amali’s mind screamed and fought for independence, her body was reveling in the release of the craving for her captor’s spunk as she suckled eagerly on his cock, her tongue lapping at the tip like an eager calf on the teat of its mother. The programs forced into her only all the more evident as he shaved her head without protest. Instead, her mixture of whimpers and moans decried her lust and need for his cock while his own gasps and hisses filled the air around him.

The poor cyborg’s mind was melding with the addiction and the pain as his movement and hers forced his hand to shift slightly, pulling painfully at the remnants of her azure locks while he brutally shaved them away, tendrils of long blue hair falling over her shoulders and knees to pool around her on the floor.

Suddenly, a warm jet of fluid shot to the back of her throat. Amali’s eyes immediately rolled up into her head, her eyelids closing halfway over her eyes as she moaned with need. Her stomach growled, demanding more of the salty musk as she swallowed it eagerly, her movements becoming faster while her tongue pressed against the tip of his cock, lapping up every drop. But it was far from over and when the clippers’ vibrations were released from her denuded scalp, his hand ran over her bald scalp, brushing away the last of her feminine tresses before his fingers dug painfully into the exposed skin. Her captor swelled within Amali’s mouth before he exploded, directing ribbons of salty cum into the back of her throat. Amali groaned and gargled, desperately holding onto his length in her mouth as she eagerly swallowed the salty fluid like a starving animal. Her garbling echoed her frantic swallows as she pursed her lips against his cock, trying to coax more from him.

But he pulled backwards, yanking his cock from her starving mouth before exploding all over her face. Tendrils of warm, sticky white liquid coated her face, sticking into her bangs, now the only hair left on her body and dripping over her chin. Amali’s tongue circled her lips, lapping up the droplets as they dropped in ribbons from the end of her nose while he spilled the rest on the floor.

The poor thief couldn’t think straight as her primal need for cum forced her to bend down, her mouth opening and her tongue snaking out to lap at the sticky puddle on the floor. It was then that she felt something press up against her temple. It felt like some sort of tube but just as Amali lifted her gaze from the floor, an excruciating explosion of pain erupted against her temple. Screaming in agony, she collapsed onto the floor, the sheen and hole of a brand new chrome port appearing right behind her eye socket.

Tears burst from Amali’s eyes as she writhed on the floor, crying in pain while her mutilator approached her again. He didn’t waste any time before pressing the gunlike tool against the side of her head and blasting her again. Amali’s screams were bloodcurdling as he continued, forcing 5 ports around her shaved skull, piercing through her only skin to give her a sort of strange, disconnected crown. By the time he was done, her body had collapsed into a fetal position, her metal hands clasping at her head in a desperate attempt to quell the agonizing pain that was once again mixing with the addictive pleasure of the satiation in her belly from his cum. If his goal was turning the poor girl into a masochist, it was working. For Amali, her mind was struggling to maintain sanity within the horrific torture she was enduring as more and more of her humanity was being stripped from her.
 
It was a strange feeding, but it looked necessary, from the noises and the eager she showed when she was subjected to this ritual. Grateful and greedy, she ate at his dick while she paid for it with her blue strands. Almost as though the sensation of the razor and attention to her scalp was part of it, by the sound of her moans. That nerve connection wasn't made by them, and it may just look that way, but it made the experience that much better for her new owner. He was longing for the next time he'd get to do this to her. Or take something else identity-adjacent while she serviced him.

Her pleasure came in tandem with his. It was as though the first soak from inside with his seed just triggered all her endorphins. The poor girl didn't stand a chance. Her throat pumped to secure the wealth he deposited in her. His cum that she'd been disgusted by when they first met, had now become something she truly craved. She became nearly rabid when he gave her more, and he felt as though the suction might tear his cock off for her to swallow. So she could be loyal when she wanted to. Only it had to be to his dick. He suppose he could live with that, he thought, amused, as all the symptoms they'd planted in her came to fruiting below him. He wasn't telling her to do anything anymore, she just took it, and the loss of her hair to the small blades in the razor, made her look even more pitiful. Perfectly human and synthetic, at the same time. He grunted with every delightful, almost painful shot of cum that filled her up. Sometimes he tortured people in sunless rooms with starvation and dehydration. She reminded him of them now, when he finally brought them meager morsels.

He huffed with effort as he started painting her face. This was all her. It was the last of her outer that they'd let her keep, because she was pretty enough for it. Though with her scalp showing all the way back, it underlined that she was so much machine, too. He sighed while his cock rung from the pleasure she'd elicited with her frantic sucking. She was gorgeous, splattered like that, and still not sated, she tried to eat more of it, wherever her tongue could reach it.

And indeed like an animal, she dove for the sperm on the floor, dripper from her face. The others gasped at the imagery, her ass raised while she ate with her tongue. They got to see their boss aim that gun at the first unknowing little robotic sow. And their heart broke a bit when she looked up, surprised but mostly still reeling from the cum, and wanting to go back to lapping at it.

Reikan savored her eyes, then. So expressive, whether she was cumming from her mouth or being shot in the head. When he did fire he almost thought her violent nod back would be the end. She looked a lot like many of his headshot victims. It was oddly erotic, the way she died.

He needed to see it again, and executed her more. She was defenseless. And they all knew exactly how it'd look if Reikan ever did decide to kill her like this, from how her body reacted to the force of the inserted ports. It was harrowing, and arousing. By the end of it his cock was hard again. Looking down at the very torn victim, cradling her head but still breathing in conflict, made him feel like a god with a lowly sacrifice. She had felt filled up and mended by the cum meal, and then she'd been assaulted too. Yes, a very capricious god he was.

He easily got behind her, and moved her. As important it was to find out how she'd gotten her strength before, without their say-so, it was always elemental for him to get off, too. It was a great point of her existence. He moved and lifted her ass, face down, and then grabbed the wrists of the hands that she held around her head. He pulled her wrists back like reins, her face still lowered into the cum she loved so much, but he eventually pulled to maker her spine horizontal, and thereby have her head hover above the puddle.

Her body knew what its master wanted, and the panels dedicated to keeping her somewhat modest opened, exposing her asshole, pussy and dropping her tits and freeing her nipples. Her wrists connected magnetically, and the cross of them in turn were connected again, when a handle grew between her forearms for him to hold on to, with one of his hands. Just as his saliva slick cock sniffed up her asscrack to find her anus, his other hand circled the thumb around her sensitive, golden port at the top of her spine at the back of her cranium. She'd feel the sensation translated into her skull. All the while, metal arms at 90 degrees, holding connective spears, circled her.

When he forced his cock into her still human ass between tech-silicone asscheeks integrated with her nerves, the arms thrust forward, impaling her crown and connecting directly to her brain. His thumb also pushed against the gold port, which had already answered with lubricants. It would be an almost lethal amount of stimulation for her.
 
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