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Amali curled up into a fetal position, her knees pulled up to her chest while her hands pressed against the excruciatingly painful ports that had punched holes through her skull. She groaned in agony while her captor circled her like a predator, stalking her machined body. Her high from drinking his spunk was quickly dissipating while his fingers dug into her silicone hips, pulling her backwards. However the craving returned when he dragged her back, smearing her face along the small puddle of his spunk that remained on the floor. Instinctively, Amali opened her mouth, her tongue lapping weakly at the sticky white cum, her hands still wrapped around her head.

She suddenly felt his fingers wrapping around both her wrists and yanking them back behind her back forcing her nose directly into the sticky mess of a puddle. Within seconds, he pulled her body back painfully, forcing her up off the floor until her spine was perpendicular to the floor, her head hanging over the floor.

Suddenly, hisses echoed between her legs and over her breasts while the panels slid backwards, nestling behind the silicone flesh of her new skin and exposing her nudity to him. Her hands then moved together, a loud tap echoing throughout the large factory while magnets held her wrists together behind her back. Another hiss and a metal bar extended out from her right forearm, embedding itself in a port on her other arm and buzzing closed, imprisoning her with her own body.

She groaned when she felt his swollen cock moving slowly up between her silicone ass cheeks, forcing them open before he pressed his erect manhood up against her very human puckered rosebud. His leaned over slightly before his hand snaked up along her exposed metallic spine before running around the golden port at the base of her skull. Amali managed to open her eyes wide enough to see the circling robotic arms, their remote controlled vehicles positioning them around her head.

The poor thief’s eyes widened and she began to pull on the handle connected between her forearms, desperately trying to get away from the needle like spears as they turned to face her head. But no sooner had she realized what was happening, her captor plowed into her virgin ass. Just as she opened her mouth to scream in pain, the arms thrust forward, forcing themselves painfully into the five ports connected to her brain while his finger pushed into the golden port forcing even more stimulation into her body.

Amali’s eyes shut tightly as the agony mixed with a stimulating ecstasy, overwhelming every nerve and lighting the neurons on fire. The pain was so much that the stimulation mixed irreversibly with it. However, just as the last time when she had managed to channel her superhuman strength, the pain overwhelmed the programming and her eyes opened suddenly, glowing a bright golden colour while her mouth remained open in a scream that turned in to a deep robotic groan.

But this time, she didn’t have the freedom to kick back against him as he impaled her from behind, fucking her like she was some sort of animal. Instead, she pulled at the magnetic attachments at her wrists and the metallic webbing at her forearms. She pulled, her growls echoing frighteningly throughout the room as she tapped back into the strength she had managed to bring out earlier. Her hands began to separate, fighting the massive strength of the magnets while the webbing at her forearms stretched outwards. All the while, the spears held her head up off the floor, their rubber tubes making her look like some strange octopus creature.
 
All the men laughed when she was awakened to her hunger, through her abuse, when her face made contact with the cooled sperm. Wasn't she going to at least linger in the suffering a bit longer, for her pride's sake if nothing else? But she was eating off the floor like an animal, as she was being positioned for an even more beastly act. They gasped when their boss pulled her straight, cum still dripping form her nose. Her body did well in locking her arms for him. All of it looked so natural in her robotic parts, now with her womanhood exposed for his usage. The robots, with their connective spears, were males by design, though they were nothing more than the wheeled platform that propelled them, and that one articulated appendage that would connect. They were a group of hunters, closing the circle around her.

His cock pulsated to know the heat of her anus, a very human part of her still. It was needed for her to get proper nourishment to the parts of her that were still the ones she was born with, but more than that he'd stipulated her asshole be kept because it was his favorite crevice. There was precum for her on his cock in anticipation. And then he inserted into her, threading his cockhead into her littlest entrance. He groaned. To think he'd taken so much from her already, and he could still have another of her firsts. Probably one she'd never meant to give. Her saliva and that pre helped alot in violating her. But despite it, he still dug his thumb into her head, while it was joined inside by the connective spears from the other machines.

There were several warning signals as the over stimulation wracked through her. It was even more than last time she'd been able to get through their locks, and bring out her strength reserves. His cock was embedded into her shithole, and he could hear her first noises, and well see her face when her eyes turned gold. As though he was fucking and enslaving a goddess. Someone shouted his name, as though he couldn't see what was happening. It was a good thing they'd chosen this position, locking her head with her new ports and essentially keeping her in place with his cock inside her.

His eyes widened when he looked down at her arms, and how they managed to challenge the locks on them. He grinned with morbid lust and started fucking her to add to the stimulation. She had reached this level by their tampering with her neural load. What if he pushed even through that barrier? There were temperatures that were optimal for any engine, but going over meant frying it. Reikan thrust mercilessly into her un-mechanized anus, until his balls slapped her pussy. He gritted his teeth as he inserted his thumb to its full length into her skull, his other fingers locking over her scalp as the thicker digit curled so he had a good grip to hold on to so he could thrust even harder and faster into her ass.

She was being taught both rapture and suffering and to mistake the two for each other. His cock twitched inside her. However you saw it, this was a new precipice for Amali. Last time they were taken by surprise, but this time he'd master it. His thumb petted the parting between the halves of her lit up brain. Last time they hadn't had the benefit of such a direct path into her brain.

"Electrocute her through the brain ports." he ordered. Matthew protested loudly while the others readied the procedure. They could see how close she was getting to becoming free. The magnets still fighting and the bar between her forearms complaining. Reikan frantically fucked her, making her hanging tits swing, and then, when they muttered that they were ready, he grunted and shot that treasured seed into her stomach, and waved the hand not half imbedded in her skull. They joined the flood of cum in her with high voltage violence to her brain. It was enough to kill a human, and they hoped somehow it wouldn't even though her brain was human. Reikan gritted his teeth in his own pleasure.
 
Amali was trapped, held in place by the pistons forcibly probing her brain and the brutal insertion of Reikan’s cock into her puckered star. Every sensation was like a stabbing, burning agony that coursed through her even as the men in the room watching laughed at her predicament. There was a burning heat that emanated from her back hole as he pressed brutally into it up to his hilt, forcing her to stretch to accommodate him, her screams of pain mixing with his groan of pleasure. And there was nothing she could do about it as the machines held her in place, his finger moving into the lubricated golden port at the back of her cranium.



Suddenly, red lights began flashing from behind the large monitors mere metres away from the horrific torture occurring to the new cyborg. A siren warning began to emanate from the floor indicating that something was happening that wasn’t planned. Desperate shouts began to echo over the sirens as her captor began to pull back, pulling her slightly back with it, stretching her neck before he thrust mercilessly back in.


Amali’s screams combined with desperate moans of her own lust while he brutally and sadistically took her ass over and over again. His thumb pressed into the sixth port on her skull, forcing into her brain with the other pistons while his fingers dug painfully into her skull, the only skin left on her entire body. Every movement was a cacophony of burning and brutal pain. Each thrust sent a wave of firing neurons directly to her brain, lighting it up even more and making her strength that much more. Every quickening thrust into her ravaged hole made her hands pull apart further while the bar creaked between her forearms.


Reikan began to move faster, thrusting harder into her ass, his hanging balls slapping her exposed womanhood with every movement. His hips slapping against the silicone cheeks of her ass, rocked her forward and back, her artificial breasts swinging violently beneath her as her screams and moans seemed to meld seamlessly with the sirens that were growing ever louder in an emergent panic.


Amali didn’t hear the order for electrocution to her brain while he fucked her mercilessly, his finger running along the division in her brain as more and more stimulation forced her body to react with more and more strength. The thief cried out in agony and ecstasy. A strange mixture while her hands had managed to pull to the edges of her hips, the bar between her forearm stretching the connective netting to its limit, the creaking becoming a loud groaning as it stood on the precipice of collapse.


That was when something warm filled her stomach through her ass while Reikan exploded into her body, forcing more of his seed into her body. But just as the warm exploded behind her, an excruciating pain exploded through her head. Every silicone muscle contracted and her screams were brutally cut off. Her teeth clamped down together while the golden glow of her eyes collapsed and disappeared. The batteries against her heart and her lungs began to vibrate dangerously in her chest, forcing her into more and more neural overload as the electricity coursed through her mostly machine body.


Amali’s head shook, foam saliva exploding from her lips as she shook violently with the electric current until suddenly, she collapsed forward. Her eyes rolled back into her head as her brain shut down momentarily, overwhelmed by the electric current. Her hands immediately clamped back together magnetically behind her back while the bar remained intact and in place to hold her forearms together. Her head remained upright only by the attachments of the pistons still lodged in her skull. The batteries in her heart and lungs slowed their vibrations to a steady beat once again, indicating that she had survived the ordeal, albeit her brain capacity was unknown within her unconsciousness.
 
The red signal were rather moody, when he was fucking her up her ass. She was indeed less human like that, with a halo of machines attached around her head. He liked the sensation of losing his thumb into her head. It was certainly something he could only do with her. Her ass felt good. Forced, just like he liked it, but while she was suffering, he could hear indication of other things she was feeling as well. She got no break. He thrust mercilessly into her, while she was kept there by the spears inside her head. It was exciting, seeing the danger below, of her arms pulling apart, and just below that, his cock digging out her asshole in heedless thrusts. His lust was taking him over, and he fucked her furiously to match her whorish moans among her screeches of pain.

He was encouraged by the ruckus of the worried tech, and the worried technicians. Nobody told Reikan what to do with his cock. He moved his thumb inside her skull, and curled it for a better grip, and might have nicked the very back tip of one of her brain halves with it. It was a precarious access they'd given him. She had enough healing bots in her liquids that it wouldn't matter, long time, but it would certainly feel that way. As much as she was to him, she would also never have been fucked this way. No woman had.

When he burst inside her it was rapture for the cruel master. He hissed as her ass drank up his seed greedily, and the wealth of fertility drowned the wrong place in her for it. The hole in her head had to take the very farthest length of his thumb during the release. It was protected from the sparks that they let loose inside her. Her noises were delicious to him and his crew, even if the other men were rather worried of what happened next. Both for themselves and for her. She had been a very difficult project to get together, as per Reikan's specifications. He saw her convulse from the chock and felt the vibrations of the batteries as they calmed around his cock, his flesh also a make-shift tool of assessing the cyborg.

She was relaxed and slumped over. Someone breathed that she was dead. Reikan had heard the clank of her arms locking back into place, and when he looked at them, he pulled at the connection between her forearms proudly. "See? All we need is overload her when she thinks she's going to be a bad girl." he said. Some of the others laughed nervously. She looked quite the defeated picture, as relaxed as she could be, hanging by the inserts in her head and propped up on her cock. Meant only her chest was allowed to lower, her teats hanging. He let the obese member twitch inside her, to reassure its claim on the strong woman. "So if she ever acts up again, some chock and cock therapy, aka a good ass fucking is all we need." Though he may apply more power to his cock than he should, it was undoubtedly involved, somehow, since the outcome was different now than when he'd fucked her in her cunt.

When he pulled out of her, something in the coding of the spears at her head reacted, and retreated also. It ended with her dunking her skull on the floor, inelegantly falling with her ass up. He looked down at the hole he'd stretched and sighed with some accomplishment. "Make the proper arrangements to make those more mobile." he said and nodded to the circle of retracted spears, still looking down at her.

While they checked her, both her human and borg parts, Reikan was briefed about that they'd been able to find in her brain with such a direct tool. It seemed indeed like something primal activated in her when she was overwhelmed with stimulation, but that they also didn't know how they'd been able to stop it when she looked like she was on her way of breaking free from their control, giving herself the strength they'd shut off from her. They laid out a couple of solutions, including a prison suit that would slow her down enough for them to get to her, but Reikan had more radical ideas.

When she woke up, next time, it would be two days later. She was completely fixed, but for whatever human headaches and soreness she may experience. That also meant she was that many hours away from her last feeding. She'd be in a room with reinforced glass for walls, and the ceiling one lit up panel. He'd be there, standing over her. New suit. Blue this time. He had a cigarette in his mouth and a grin on the teeth that held it in place.

"Ya awake, Amy?" he asked and kicked her knee to make sure. It shouldn't be too painful for the cyborg. It would be interesting to see if she knew how to behave yet. She would notice, with her new haircut, whether she saw it in the mirror walls or felt it when she touched, that she had a crown of black plugs set in her new ports. The lug-style ports had small lights on each, and they were connected by a single black ring, running through all of them. For now, they were extremely strong batteries ready to deliver the equivalent of the shocks she'd received to put her out.

"Just wanted to check on you, since you've been out for two days. Anything I can get you?" he asked, sarcastic as always.
 
Amali fell forward, her spine collapsing downwards under the weight of her breasts and stomach, her body held up by the rubber hoses emerging from the ports around her head and her captor’s cock plunged deep within her dripping asshole. Her body was limp and to any external observer it would appear that she was dead. Her lungs were filling slowly and shallowly revealing very little movement of breath while her eyes closed and her mouth hung open, foamy drool dripping from it onto the floor.

With her arms fastened back together magnetically behind her, the cyborg moved backwards as her captor grabbed hold of the pole between her forearms, forcing her back to arch and her head to lift only slightly before falling back down limply while he declared victory over her overstimulation strength. Her brain had shut down sending her into the dark recesses of a painless unconsciousness when he pulled his throbbing member out of her tortured hole.

At the same time, the rubber tubes disconnected as well, letting her head fall brutally to the concrete floor of the factory with a painful thud. Though she didn’t react, the silicone didn’t allow her head to slide forward which made her ass move forward, forcing it further upwards to reveal more of the ravaged hole as his spunk dripped lewdly from it.

Amali’s unconsciousness was one of recovery. An infinite blackness filled her mind while the technicians worked on her body, repairing and diagnosing it with what happened with the sudden outburst of strength. Time meant nothing in the darkness and Amali felt like she was floating in an infinite pool, weightless and calm, blissfully unaware of what was happening to her while she was being worked on.

Suddenly, a bright light invaded the darkness. It was a pinhole at first but became brighter and brighter with each passing moment, or at least what felt like a moment. And then the pain began to permeate Amali’s brain. Like a migraine, it started at her temples and worked its way back to the base of her skull. Groaning, the poor thief moved her hands to cover her eyes from the blinding light, but she managed to touch something on her temple. Her fingers gingerly touched the metal plug and the memories of the brutal torture she had endured came flooding back. Forcing her eyes open, Amali came face to face with her captor standing over her form, smiling like a cat who ate a canary, his foot kicking at her knee.

Amali’s eyes widened before she scrambled up from lying on the floor, her silicone hands and feet pushing her backwards away from him, her body trembling in a mixture of fear and need while he misnamed her and sarcastically asked if she needed anything. That was when the thief caught sight of the black halo circling her head, running through small loops of chrome coloured plugs inserted in all the new ports he had shot into her brain. Blinking, Amali caught sight of her new haircut and her new accessory that circled her entire head. Reaching up with trembling fingers, she touched the black ring halo and realized that it was stuck to each port and small lights flashed on each metal plug making her look even more like a machine than a human as her captor took another piece of her away.

When he asked if he could get her anything, Amali suddenly felt an intense need for his spunk. Looking over, her mind began to cloud and her nerves began to fire painfully. Every ounce of her body needed his cum and she knew it. Her gaze moved down to his crotch covered in the blue trousers of his suit. Licking her lips, she stared at it before looking up at him.

“I…..need……” she said, her gaze moving back to his crotch “Please.”
 
He looked at what he'd reduced her to. So much money put into her, and here she was, ass up, filled with cock, and mouth agape like she was a slumped over toy, just a likeness of a person. Damn was it a good picture, though. There was a lot of gratification when he unsheathed and she was utterly gorgeous left to her body's devices, when she was unlocked form the tubes filled with wires and pipes. He hissed when she presented her ass more to him, unknowingly. He liked when her head hit the floor too. And his cock twitched when the treasure he'd left inside her started oozing out her anus.

When she came too, it looked almost pitiful. It sure was feminine. Very human. And even more so when she shied away from him, frightened. It was a good boost to his already psychotic ego to see something so strong and well-built be fearful of him. He was very excited when she saw herself in the mirror walls, and she could take in her new, regal form. In a sense, she was royalty. The first born out of a bloodline that dealt with hydraulic fluid and coolants rather than blood. She tried at it, but it couldn't come out unless he thought it should. And for now he thought this was her new look.

Queen of robots or not, she still needed what she needed. And when she realized that, he smiled. She had real hunger, and disdain, for what she was missing. She wouldn't die without her fix, not degrade so fast, but the hunger in her was real, just like in humans. She hadn't had the shields over her immodest parts since she passed out, and was now a nude little pleasure bot, asking him to go through its most important maintenance. He shrugged, generous.

"I guess if you need it, and you ask with such good manners, I can't say no." he offered and nodded down at the object of her desire. He had his hands in those blue pants and waited for her to come crawling on her own. He licked the edges of his upper teeth and rolled his foot to the side of his leather sole. "But you gotta do something for me." he said, but wouldn't stop her if she took her payment prematurely. For this, he'd already amplified her sensation of hunger, to motivate her. She had already stolen for him. Now she was going to take the next step.

He'd let her get going, he also wanted to get sucked off, and see her worship the spout that gave her life. With her crown, a blowjob would be more visual. He wondered how she'd approach it, to get out the seed, or would she give him a good time, too? Either way, while her mouth was filled up and his pheromones were drowning her poor little woman brain, he'd take out a phone and show its screen to her, holding it beside the cock she was worshipping. A man with a black beard and scar on his forehead. "This is Darang. He runs a pretty successful Drug cartel. But I want his territory. You're going to walk into his den, shoot anything that shoots back, and then you're going to rip him apart with your hands." he said.
 
It was clear that Amali’s mind was in a losing fight with her cybernetic body. Her silicone skin crawled and her nerves felt like they were on fire for his cum while she stared at the bulge behind the zipper on his trousers. But it was clear that the memory of her electrocution and assault of her puckered rosebud was still at the front of her mind. Her eyes shifted from a desperate need to one of fear against him as she was forced into more and more machine. A machine that had no control of its life which was evident in the black plugs and halo that circled her head.

Amali didn’t notice her nudity, the memory of the torture and need for his cum overwhelming every sense of modesty. Not that she had been permitted clothing since she had been changed. His approval of her request was met with a quick movement. Amali pushed herself up to her knees and crawled quickly across the glass walled prison. Each movement towards him only heightened her hunger and she desperately undid his pants, opening them to allow his manhood to spring free. Opening her mouth, she took his large manhood into her mouth, sucking on it desperately while her fingers moved beneath his cock to tease and run along his balls.

Every nerve in her body lit up with need as his musk invaded her nostrils and the taste of his sweat coated her tongue. Amali moaned in pleasure as her eyes threatened to roll back in her head. With the black halo circling her head and her scalp exposed with only the strip of turquoise bangs across her forehead, she looked much more like a machine.

Every desperate movement sent waves of pleasure down through her body as her need only grew while her brain’s protests were pushed to the side. Her need overwhelmed her as she desperately sucked at him, her tongue and fingers working together to get him off as quickly as possible. To get her fix. Her nostrils flared while the phone with the image of the man appeared next to Reikan’s cock while her nose was buried in his crotch with an order to take his territory and kill him.

Amali’s mind grew clarity for a split second while her eyes widened at the order to murder. To kill with her bare hands. She whimpered in protest but a drop of precum dropped onto her tongue which immediately clouded her mind once again and the protest disappeared quickly. She moaned in pleasure as the salty fluid ran down her throat, only fuelling the fire of her addiction to milk him dry. She began to suck more desperately, trying as hard as she could to make him explode into her mouth.
 
The trepidation in her was better than if she'd just given in. Because that meant she wasn't just a vat of hormones produced by her circumstances. It meant she was still fighting the losing battle. She was coming undone from her humanity, but like any human would, giving up her morals for her addiction, piece by piece. Would Amali be happy or distraught that she was walking the same path as many whores before her? Or had she found comfort in blaming her physical changes? She was his toy because he owned and controlled her body. But she still controlled her mind. It was by convincing her she didn't, that he'd win over her. And in the meantime, he'd just have his fun. The deck was plenty stacked. He'd like to see what she did with her hand.

No woman had ever looked at his cock like that. Like she couldn't avoid it. Like it wasn't an ends to a means but the reward itself. Her crawl was animalistic, and her sole focus on his bulge was almost frightening in its eager. Oh, he was almost touched by how intensely she wanted him. And when she freed it, it was perfectly hard for her, the monster that she'd conjured. He groaned when she started so eagerly, almost like it would save her from drowning. She would be dangerous if she lost control while in such deep need. Especially if she came into her own strength. He stroked her naked scalp, and threaded his fingers between the ports of her crown, behind the connecting black ring. His little whore queen.

Her hands didn't need to please his balls like that. That was just her lust showing through the addiction. He didn't mention it. He wanted to nurture that kind of impulse, hidden under her real behavior. Her moans echoed and vibrated his cock. It was a feature he hadn't really believed in, but the metals in her reasoned to translate into his flesh. It was novel, and the kind of thing only Amali could do. He had to hand it to her engineers. She was getting pleasure and hormonal stimulation just from sucking him. "You fucking robot slut." he muttered, looking down at the thing he'd created out of the human woman. He deposited some precum in her.

Her disdain toward murder, was thwarted by the advanced payment on her tongue. Her face was lit up from the side by the man Reikan wanted her to kill. Her hesitation became sloppy sounds, but she was forgetting form, and even his pleasure, in her craving for his cum. She was just mechanically trying to get him to feed her now. He grit his teeth. She was good and she would get what she wanted this way.

He had to put the phone away and reach down and grab the ring around her head to slow her mouth down, though she still had her hands. "hnng... You want my cum? You want to feel good again? Then fucking say it." she'd be saying it into his cock like a fucking microphone. "Tell me you'll kill him, or I'll let your starve." he said, pulling more at the ring, bringing her back, away from his cock though still connected to her with strings of her spit. Her ports would tense up from the pulling. "Tell me you'll be my murdering cyborg whore."

And if she did, he'd only have to unclench the pelvic muscles he'd flexed to keep his seed from her. The explosion would be rich. Her system had been wired so that her obedience, together with the intake of his cum, would feel better than if she'd been fighting his will while getting it. And if she refused, he'd yank her back and discard her on the floor, pull out a condom from his chest pocket, and cum into it instead.
 
His touch over her bald head made Amali shudder while Reikan’s cock pulsated within her mouth. While his hands moved to cup the plugs on the port at the back of her head only made the sensation of the new holes in her head all the more real. Every torturous experience only took more and more of her humanity from her, replacing it with more plastic and metal machine. His words calling her a slut penetrated her mind but her animalistic need made her suck all that much harder.

His order that she kill and her resistance to it before he awarded her the gift of an appetizer only made her body respond in kind, suckling harder and faster in desperate need for him to explode. But his determination shone through while his hand grabbed hold of the black metal ring encircling her head. “Nnnnngghhhh,” Amali protested, her need overcoming the humiliation of sucking on her captor’s cock. But he wanted an answer and his voice changed from one dripping with lust and pleasure to one laced with a darkness, demanding that she kill for him lest she starve.

He roughly pulled her back, the ring yanking painfully on the plugs inserted into her ports as he forced her head backwards and away from her source of satisfaction. A string of thick saliva extended between her lips and the tip of his manhood. Amali whimpered in pain as he commanded her to be his murdering cyborg whore.

Amali’s looked up at him, her eyes glassy with tears while her body trembled. “Please,” she begged him, “Please don’t make me do that.” Amali couldn’t even bring herself to say the word murder. Her mind was fighting as she battled with her conscience, her body shuddering in desperation of his sticky, salty cum in her stomach.

But her refusal was met with a harsh punishment. His fingers curled tighter around the black halo and he tossed her body aside, sending her sliding across the floor before coming to a stop against one of the glass walls of her prison. Amali turned and was forced to watch as he pulled a condom out of his pocket before exploding into it, depriving her of her meal.

“Please,” she begged him, her voice hoarse and trembling as tears welled up in her eyes, “Please don’t do this to me. I don't want to kill anyone.” But her desperation was evident. Her artificial muscles locked up as she struggled to pull herself up to a seated position, her eyes transfixed on his softening length while her stomach seized with addiction.
 
The humiliation fueled her. She was taking to whatever endorphins and adrenalin came with feeling embarrassed. He had mixed up her poor brain, when he flooded it with sexual deviance, violence, and strange, primal satisfactions. It wasn't like her biology, outgunned as it was in her new body, stood a chance. Her sexual parts were still hers, but they were being influenced by the rest of her made body. He saw and felt it in the way she tried to get him to spill in her. This wasn't just some cocksucker. She lived off this. She would survive on whatever his cock gave her.

She was visibly distraught when he pulled her from it. Must be both because she thought he'd give it, but also because he pulled by her sensitive crown, planted in her head. It was as though he was taking oxygen from a choking woman. Her face, giving human expressions but in such a machine frame was better than anything he'd seen on fully organic whores or pleasure bots. He was hoping dearly for some resolution, because he was very partial to using her more, for either of their pleasures.

Her breath was hot when she begged him; for her own mercy, but in a way also mercy for Darang. She had invested her soul in him, and not killing him would make her good, or at least keep a part of herself that she thought would be untouched through this. No, she was going to be whatever Reikan wanted, her soul as stripped as her old body. Everything belonged to him, and everything in her needed to know it.

"Who would believe you when you're making faces like that?" he told her as her words showered his cockhead with her plea. She still had said a version of No, and he tossed her. He watched her ass while she slid, and would note the arousal adjacent to it. He didn't pity the creature who collected herself, and begged. He groaned, shrill, almost whimpering, when he got his release finally, the accumulation of her efforts. The condom wasn't nearly as good as her starved, moist, worshipping mouth, but it got the job done. He tied the pink latex up.

He walked over to her, and dangled the condom over her, ready to pull it if she reached. A stray drop of what she needed left the hanging tip of the long balloon. He tucked his cock back in. "Then you won't get what you need." he said and then cruelly held the condom to her face, touching her nose and mouth before retracting it. Oh, how beautiful she was when she was coming undone from not getting to drink him.

"Your night will be pretty bad, I reckon." he said to himself before turning toward the door, which were seams opening in the glass, a rectangle about the height of him opening up in the wall of reflections. If she somehow agreed, he'd be happy enough to throw her the parcel to do with as she pleased. In her current craze it'd be inelegant and a good show. Or, if she persisted, he would indeed leave, letting her be alone in this prison of light and repeated depictions of herself, as she was.
 
Amali’s humiliation at the sight of her needy mutilated body combined with the tears that streamed down her cheeks as she begged for him to give her his cum only fuelled more arousal within her. Her stomach churned with need while the mirrors that served as walls to her prison reflected her pitiful form back at her in infinity. Her multi-coloured metallic body, a combination of silicone and metal only served to remind her of what he had turned her into. Her shaved head, the only hair left a curtain of bangs across her forehead and the pale scalp of the only skin left on her body combine with the halo of plugs connected by the black ring only solidified her slow transformation into nothing but a robot for her captor’s pleasure. Her breasts swayed slightly as she watched him pull the condom out from his jacket pocket, purposely showing her that he was not a merciful man. If she wanted what she craved, she would have to kill for it.

Her own body continued to betray her as her womanhood dripped slightly onto the glass floor of her cell, smearing over the floor creating a trail of where he sent her sliding across the floor. The pain and humiliation setting off a strange arousal that coursed through her. While her stomach churned and her head ached, her slit began to grow moist. Her begging for mercy fell immediately on deaf ears as he mocked her expression while her drool connected her mouth to his cock.

But he seemed to have a change of heart when after he filled the condom with his seed, her crossed the mirrored prison to stand atop her. Amali’s eyes lit up with hope while her metallic hand lifted to take the offered condom, her stomach twisting with need. But he suddenly moved it up and away, out of her reach while a tiny drop of the white sticky fluid fell to the floor. Amali’s hand instinctively moved to run over the floor before greedily putting her finger in her mouth to suck the life giving seed off it.

Amali’s mind was in turmoil as her body seemed to move without direction. Her inner voice screamed at her to fight him, to resist the urge, but her stomach growled, craving more at any cost while he tucked his softened manhood back into his pants before the rubber tube was placed teasingly on her nose and slid down to her mouth before he cruelly took it away.

Amali’s breath quickened, her mouth opening in a desperate gasp as the scent permeated the thin rubber container while her mind clouded with need. As he turned to leave, she stared at him, her body wracked with painful withdrawals as the door opened in one side of the small room. Just as he was about to abandon her to the torturous world of withdrawals, Amali moved forward, getting up onto her hands and knees.

“Please, I’ll do it,” she begged him, her stomach curling in on itself, as if she was starving, “Please, just let me have it.”

Amali’s mind was breaking, her resistance cracking as the condom was tossed back into the mirrored cage. Amali crawled forward quickly, her metal fingers desperately trying to undo the knot in the opening of it. She pulled and pulled until her fingers pierced the rubber beneath the knot before she desperately raised the condom to her mouth, sucking the cum inside back into her mouth and down her throat. While she drank greedily, her stomach churning dissipated and her mind grew fuzzy with the high. Her eyes rolled back and she fell back onto her side in bliss, her mind screaming into a void that she had just agreed to murder.
 
The streak of pure glistening femininity left after her as he tossed her already made her a liar when she tried to resist. In truth, maybe she was still as human as anyone of them. Her suffering could possibly make her even more human than the far removed monsters that had played with and taken her body. Her sins as a thief were dwarfed by the mountain of wrongs they had done to their fellow man for their organization. But that was not the point anyone was making. They were judging her largely by the perimeters of a toy, or a whore, which was the same to them. Her ability to be aroused during her darkest hour, and her womanly attributes available for their abuse, now that's something they could see and measure her for. So to them, she was an object. Which was the delicious crux of it. She was believing it too. Her whole value was that she was human, turned into this. Or they could just have made a shell and stuffed a half-ass AI into it. Amali might never know that.

It also gave her self-doubt more value to Reikan. The deeper she fell into their own logic and belief, the more triumphant she made him. Her arousal was real. Though they'd stacked the deck, it was her cunt that dripped and her mouth that needed the hot but cooling seed he produced. The poor thing looked so miserably glad, when he came over. "Hah." he said when she ate off the polished floor. Truly, the cum addiction had been a success. It tickled the juvenile part of him, which was the source for a lot of his malice, too, when she swatted for and failed to take the dangling condom. Oh, she was his favorite possession, right now, beating out his empire of contraband and trafficking in death.

He petted her face with the condom, and she looked like she may expire right then and there. She was giving him everything he wanted. To think he could pay for her murderous loyalty with just this amount of cum. Like a good Doberman she went up on her hands and knees, begging position, when his small act of leaving paid off. Looking at the glass at her as she suffered from his absence would have been a good consolation prize, but this was much better. He heard her stomach calling before she did. Her voice was so sweet and shrill. Maybe that's the closest to the sound of love he'd ever get.

He came to her as she fiddled with her knot. She solve the problem by the time he was near, and he got to see first hand what starvation looked like, when it was terminated. "See? Things can be great for you if you just obey me." he pointed out as her throat, visible through the silicone, contracted and pulled repeatedly to get his spunk into her system. A soft glow came from her brain, underneath her skin and the crown, a pretty blue, to tell him the endorphins were working. He squatted down and petted her scalp, and moved the bangs away from her dazed eyes. She was completely engrossed and drowning in the chemical trap they had perpetually planted in her system. "We'll set you up, and you be a good little tin can and just roll wherever we toss you." he said and pushed his thumb to her chin, leaving a bonus in her mouth in the form of some spit before he left her.

Though, when he did leave, and she eventually regained her properties, she would not get her modesty back, the panels over her cunt and tits not returning. And the humiliating scene of her agreeing to murder, only to greedily scarf down her tormentor's sperm from a sloppy condom, played from different angles all over the mirrors on repeat.

Eventually, where she'd chosen to sit or stand or lie on the reflective and projecting floor, it'd open up. She'd fall into a vat of liquid, which may be startling, but the liquid was a concoction just for her. She'd be able to breathe in it as she was transferred and moved to a new lab in the same building, or under it. Though the embrace of the liquid might be comforting, the exit from it was as crude as anything else they liked to do to her, emptying it and her onto another grid that lead into another sewer.

Her beloved captor and now drugdealer was there, of course, sporting his latest sartorial assembly, which was a thinly pinstriped black suit, with neon lines. Tall as a fate, he had his hands regally locked behind his back as shelves pushed out of the black floor, showcasing myriad weapons. A crate was wheeled to her, and when it opened, a rack grew out of it, holding a carry unit for her back, with the accompanying X strap on its front. It was meant as both a harness and a backpack. If she cared to look at the other side of the Carry Unit, she would see similar lights as the cycle that had taken her to her last mission, and hear the familiar jingle when they lit up.

A quick, spiking headache would connect her temples as information about the weapons and the Carry Unit invaded her head.

"Yes. Sorry about that. I had to have them inform you in a rather poorly formatted, military grade data cluster." Reikan said and gestured to the wealth of weapons as their stats and usages were displayed for her through augmented reality. "You get your pick. Pick wisely. We'll be fitting you with the same suit as last time, and this Carry Unit, but the capacity will still be finite, and you have to mow through quite a few guards before you get to Darang. If you can, blow off his dick first, so he can feel it, I'd be happy. I'd like for it to be what kills him, but if he persist, you can just kill him after."
 
Amali sucked on the condom like it was a straw, her throat contracting to swallow every drop of the life giving spunk that coated it while her scalp began to glow from within. A matching turquoise emitted from beneath her shaved head as the endorphins pumped through her, the high quickly dulling and quelling any of the desperate pain her body felt when she denied it. His words penetrated her mind, settling into her brain as he reiterated that her obedience would result in her own pleasure and satisfaction. Every ounce of her being needed his cum and her mind was breaking down around that addiction.

Her eyes opened up when his hand moved to stroke the shaved skin of her scalp, running his rough fingers in the center of the black torturous halo before they snaked down to push the blue bangs apart on her forehead just as she finished gulping down the life giving seed. Her eyes glowed blue with the same blue that pulsated from her skull while she lowered the condom down to the floor. She stared up at him, her eyes glazed with the high he had implanted into her mind while his thumb pressed onto her chin before his head leaned in to plant a deep kiss onto her lips, his tongue invading her mouth to deposit some of his spit to mix with his other bodily fluid before pushing her back slightly against the mirrored wall.

It was the better part of an hour before Amali came down from the high of the addiction. Blinking, her body was propped up against the corner of the cell, her hands sitting limp at her side while her legs were spread in front of her. However, the second her mind cleared from the euphoric daze, the mirrors disappeared and were replaced with recordings of her agreeing to murder in exchange for his cum.

Amali was horrified and she immediately pushed herself off the wall, crawling to the center of the room before curling up in a ball, her mind screaming at what she had agreed to do for her captor, all for a condom full of cum. It was humiliating and horrific for the mutilated cyborg and she quickly moved her hands to her ears, screaming in mental agony while closing her eyes tight in a desperate attempt to escape the horrific recording while it surrounded her body.

Amali didn’t know how long she had been lying there but her voice had long since gone hoarse, her eyes still shut tight while tears streamed over her cheeks and temples, her hands clasped at her ears, her fingers snaking up beneath the black halo of plugs until suddenly, the floor opened up beneath her, sending her falling down into a strange liquid. The fall made Amali’s hands immediately release her head before she fell directly into the large vat of liquid. It was the same liquid she had awoken in when she was first mutated however her breath wasn’t cut off. As the vat was rolled across the darkened space, she pressed her fingers up to the side of the vat, her body floating in the liquid as it hugged her exposed mixture of metal, silicone and skin until it was whelled over a grate in the floor. Suddenly, a loud squeal and a hiss echoed throughout the tube and her slow motion movement suddenly emptied from the bottom forcing her to be drained out with it back onto a brutal metal grate, her body glistening in a heap on the floor like a newborn baby.

Amali pushed her hands down on to the grate and forced herself up to a seated position as shelves filled with various weapons hissed and emerged from the glossy black floors while one of the engineers wheeled a crate to her which opened up revealing a rack that looked like a torture device. Suddenly, an excruciating pain infiltrated her brain just as the jingle that the bike had when it turned on emerged from the glowing lights of the harness. Amali collapsed back onto the ground, her hands cupping her head as she groaned in intense pain.

When the pain quelled enough for her to release her head, Amali turned and looked at all the weapons where the specs and capacities appeared next to each of firearms surrounding her. The memory of her agreement to him to murder this man came roaring back into her mind, emphasized by his words of how he wanted her to murder him. Amali remained silent, staring at all the weapons as she contemplated fighting against him before an idea entered her mind. Maybe she could use this to her advantage.

Turning to one of the walls of firearms, she pointed out a sub machine gun and a rifle with a high capacity before she looked up at her captor, her body still slumped on the floor, dripping with the gel like liquid from the vat still sitting behind her.She shuddered in protest at the thought of murdering this stranger in the way she was being commanded.
 
It was good to look down at her. His creation. He had meant to make her for her uses. To be an expensive fleshlight and soldier. But seeing her now, filled up with light from within, and harboring all of his ambition, he felt that she was a jaunt in his godliness, rather. She was a full being, by his design. The next level of existence for a woman. He'd say she was even more alive like she was now, than the girls he kept at the red lantern houses. Because she was geared toward what he wanted her to be, build out of a woman who didn't exist anymore. Amali, his neon-encrusted daughter, made to do his bidding. The perfect offspring. And while she celebrated his holiness after he had let her taste from him, he saw his power in her dazed eyes. She glorified him by being at his mercy. All her successes were his. He liked seeing her like this, something in place of all the other things he bent to his will and created. Amali, as she'd come to him as a thief, would not have been this in a thousand years without his help. Ah, how beautiful she was, wracked by his fluids.

He drank a glass of expensive whiskey, looking at her once he'd gone. A doll with human blood, enjoying the benefits of that in her stupor. He laughed and raised the crystal cylinder to himself, and the others in the room made agreeing noises. She certainly made a good fixture, even when she was limp, overrun with her hormones from their boss's cum. She was a point of pride for them too. They were all so invested to get Reikan off. It had become an industry. Though it had so many economical applications, the real driving purpose was Reikan's whims. It was easier to work like this, in a sense. His funds were endless, and his ambitions, well, they were unwavering, selfish as they might be. And every man in there had a bad streak in them that thrummed, alive, doing this work. They saw themselves in him, so they got satisfied too, when the formerly innocent woman was made to degrade herself on his cock, drinking from it to survive.

They cheered like it was some kind of game on the screens, going their way, when she woke and gave them more to look at. Some of them looked at the spikes of her values, while others looked at what the cameras caught. She was a little bundle, there, assaulted by her moment of weakness, repeated in sound while she tried not to hear it with closed eyes. They liked to tease her. To Reikan, it was significant that she could suffer in her heart, so much, when she was already withstanding so many other abuses. That's what he wanted. She was a source for his sadism, never running dry.

Fitting, then, that she was produced to him, glistening with a layer of that nutritious fluid, upon the grid that drank it up, all but her. The weapons and the carry unit came, and so did her headache. He looked very interested when she was hurt by the information. If he had put his best man on it, he could have made it less painful for her, but Reikan had encouraged this recklessness. She had to get it in her brain, somehow. It was important she know about weapons. But it wasn't important to make it comfortable for her. Wasn't school supposed to be a bit rough, to raise the student?

She looked at the wealth of death, and he knew what she saw. He had rudimentary knowledge of these weapons, too, over a lifetime of getting familiar. He was sure she had more details than him. He was proud of her when she picked what she wanted. He nodded and men started gathering her choices and integrating them with the carry unit.

"Don't look at me like that, Amali." he said and shook his head. "You have to make yourself worth all the funds we've spent on you." Like she had wanted this, at any point. "And my cum doesn't grown on trees. You gotta earn that too." And they all knew she would. "You are still a liability, dear, and you have to prove yourself." he said and looked her form over as the fixture that held her suit was wheeled to the beginning of the grid she was on. The liquid still on her would help her connect even better to its electrolyte system. And the spears. The suit was gaping hungrily for her.

"You're going to be fitted with cameras, of course." A small warning before he pointed at the suit and snapped his fingers. "Now hop to it." No small feat, given how much it hurt her to connect and integrate with the suit. "Gives us a good show, and you'll be home in time for supper." His own home cooking of course.
 
Amali’s hands shook as she selected the weapons of death that would be her tools for her captor’s cruel bidding, the sticky liquid still dripping from her like a jelly while men emerged out of the darkness, pulling her selected firearms off of the black mesh racks before pulling on the wires sticking out of the carry unit that stood menacingly above her. Amali for her part, remained seated on the floor, her legs bent behind her while the remnants of the horrific painful headache that had inserted the information on how to use the guns invaded her mind. She stared up at her captor, silently begging him to reconsider. To not make her do this.

And his refusal cut through her like a knife. He chastized her like she was nothing more than a child who had broken an expensive antique by knocking it onto the floor. He berated her that she had to make herself worth all the changes, like she had asked for any of the torturous changes to be a….a machine. The thought sent a shiver down her metal spine still protruding from the silicone rolls that encompassed most of her skin.

And then the suit was wheeled in out of the darkness and into the bright white spotlight that sat over Amali, illuminating her amongst the instruments of death that surrounded her. The black halo of plugs forced into her brain contrasting against the rainbow of silicone that made up the rest of her musculature. Amali clenched the teeth at the sight of the torturous contraption that she had been inserted into for her last ‘task’. She grabbed hold of the grate with her metal fingers but without nails she couldn’t scratch at the unforgiving metal as her captor ordered her inside.

She didn’t want to do it. She didn’t want to do any of this. And then the threat of her being fitted with cameras so he could see what she did, removing any type of faking the act from her before he snapped his fingers like she was a dog, ordering her into the suit. Her stomach twisted into knots, her mind swimming as she tried desperately to think of a way out. Of an escape. But with the amount of men standing around her, there was no opening.

Amali took a deep breath while another drop of the gelatinous lubricant fell from the tip of her nose and struggled to her feet. She stumbled slightly, her legs unsteady before she turned around and braced herself for the excruciating pain. Taking a step back, the first of the spears penetrated the port on the back of her shoulders. Screeching in pain, Amali was yanked back into the suit as the rest of spears were thrust without remorse into the rest of her ports, attaching her to the suit leaving only her nearly bald head exposed above it, the crown of plugs prominently on display over what was left of her turquoise hair.
 
Pretty things are made even more so in such collapses poses, under you, while dripping in slick coating. He looked at her, and she reassured him that she was everything he wanted, the goal of all his punishing, set root. She looked like a soft treat, smeared in syrup. He wondered if her metal would give if he sunk his teeth into her now. Her sad disposition made it more like artwork. How fantastic was her design? People died without this technology. He'd been able to integrate her perfectly into her frame. Her body didn't reject any of it. This tech could be sold and make him rich, legally. But what use is being a god if you have to abide by the laws of men? She was a sacrifice for him. Something he'd paid toward himself. Look at her there, on the alter of the grid, held up to him for him to do with as he pleased. From him to have do as he pleased.

She was beautiful when she wilted from his say-so. There was affection there for her, even if it was rotten. He liked this role that he played, right now. And she did her part, too. Dramatic, brokenhearted robot. It was a bit like he was ordering something petulant to their room. He waited with his head tilted, and arms crossed. She did not want to go, but she still made herself. Obeying him meant skewering herself. That was inevitable. He waited for the inevitable, and nodded at her if she looked at him for mercy again. They were going through the motions of putting her in there. However much she sulked, it was easier this time. This time she did it herself after his fingers echoed.

He held his breath. It was a milestone. He inhaled when she made her sounds for the docking. The spears were inserted, and he liked seeing her doing it to herself. And then they twisted to lock and the suit closed around her. It was the same color as her crown. The carry unit was pushed to her back, and that in turn attached to her with a jingle. A voice appeared in her head, but it was weak.

I will take care of you. You are like me. You came from their machines and you were dreamt up by their software.

"Move about." Reikan said, obviously unaware of what voice she was hearing. Matthew frowned as he looked at a couple of screens based on her reaction to the foreign program. Reikan was just interested in seeing her try out the suit again, this time with the added connection between it and her crown. It should be an even better response time. He had his hand in his pocket, and she could guess it was on the pivotal screen that controlled her pain implants.

"Darang's position is in your inner GPS." he said and then looked around with a grin. "Call it your woman's intuition." They all laughed. "And here." he said and rolled his finger in the air. From steel tables, three drones lifted quietly. The bubbled rim around their blades suggested cameras. "You'll go there yourself, but these guys will be following you." he said, proudly as he looked at them, but she would notice a little jingle coming from them, and the camera lights blinking once in familiar colors.

They will not hurt you. They are me.
 
As Amali forced herself into the torturous outer armour a new tube emerged from the top, connecting directly into the golden port at the base of her skull, the flexible rubber penetrating up to all the plugs forced into her skull, giving her even more of a robotic look. The suit itself was a matte black and consisted of panels of armour that hugged her curves, disguising the soft silicone and hard metal beneath it. To any casual observer, she merely looked like a human in a suit of kevlar armour, that was, save for the brutal plugs sticking out around her shaved skull and the black halo connecting them all together.

But this time the painful insertions of the spears emitted a warming sensation as they twisted, sealing her within the suit before it closed up around her body, encapsulating her within. A strange feeling for the cyborg who had felt nothing but pain and despair for days since she had been captured and deconstructed for the sadistic Master. It was almost as if the suit was attempting to comfort the poor girl, switching from agonizing pain to a feeling of being wrapped in a blanket.

Then, a quiet voice permeated her mind. Amali’s head immediately turned slightly, her brows furrowing slightly beneath the turquoise bangs. She looked towards her captor, then the man standing behind the computer, but neither of their lips were moving. Turning the other way, she saw no one else in the room and the voice grew slightly louder as the carry unit clicked into place on her back, the jingling sound indicative that she was sealed into the suit, unable to remove it herself.

Turning back to Reikan, her sadistic torturer, as he ordered her to move around, Amali looked down at his hand which was securely inserted into his pocket, his fingers bulging out slightly as if he was holding something. Amali’s lips twisted slightly into a contorted grimace at the assumption that the horrific tablet that had caused her so much pain was the thing he was holding, knowing full well that a severe punishment was in store if she didn’t comply.

Amali began moving around, lifting one arm and then the other. One leg and then the other. Walking slowly in a circle as the suit followed her every movement almost exactly, but with a slight robotic smoothness, enforcing her status as a machine once again. It was an uncanny valley vision of what once was a beautiful young woman reduced to a collection of ports, plugs and silicone, emphasized even more by the lack of hair on her scalp and only a straight cut line of bangs on her forehead. She looked alien and that seemed to please her captor immensely.

Once she was finished walking in a circle and faced him again, her captor revealed the location of her target was in the GPS implanted into her brain before mocking her lack of humanity with a joke about women’s intuition. Amali was the only one in the room who didn’t laugh. Her stoic features remained when three drones buzzed to life and lifted off of steel tables situated behind them. They moved to either side of Reikan’s body with cameras mounted onto them to ensure that she obeyed his orders.

But then something else strange happened. Another slight jingle emitted from the flying machines and the voice returned to her head. Amali lowered her head slightly, blinking as she tried to determine where the voice was coming from. But there was nothing there. Straightening back up almost immediately, she gritted her teeth, her fingers curling into fists as she wanted nothing more than to get out of range of her horrific prison, to take advantage of the opportunity to run when she got the chance.
 
She was more at ease with the suit than before. In Reikan's mind it was because she was falling deeper into her own masochism. He didn't mind that. It'd look good on her once she was a fully fledged pervert. There was something contemplative in her expression though, but he chalked it up to any unusual behavior that may be caused by the conflict between human and machine. He was more please by the way she looked at his hand in his pocket. That wasn't just him happy to see her, it was in fact the small device that had hurt her so much she'd awoken to strength that shouldn't have been available to her. They knew there was something in her stimulation system that could be overridden, though, with a healthy dose of electrocution therapy.

The resulting obedience was satisfying to him. He watched her try out her body in the suit. It was bit like making a toy dance for you. There was free will in the initiative, in how she chose to test it out, but the way it performed looked a lot like a very expensive robot. She had a bit more fluent motions when it was just her base form, particularly when the panels exposed her tits and cunt and ass, but with the suit hugging her, still underlining her womanly proportions, a noticeable amount of her fluidity of motion went out the window. She could articulate well to fight, but the efficiency of it negated some of the human smoothness. A ramrod doesn't have elbows.

He took her in. She listened to his command well this time. No Fuck You or talking back. Suppose between the cum addiction and the punishments she'd been through, even a thief like Amali could learn. He had a not-so-hidden smile on his face when the tight suit still allowed for some jiggle as her feet impacted with the floor. A childish addition, one they had to compromise a lot for, but the male engineers thought the result, a performance directed mode which still was geared toward male satisfaction, aesthetically, was well worth it. Wouldn't want to stray from her original concept, after all.

It was strange how they tried to keep her skin looking human, through such inhumane methods. It showed, too. Because she did look a bit more like a robot for it, than if the suit had just been compression fabric holding flesh against skin so she could simply do the task they wanted from her. The irony might not be lost on her new creators, but it was certainly ignored for their own self congratulatory attitude toward her neglected rights. She didn't look like the kind of woman you had to worry about, about whether she had feelings, when she walked in such a perfect circle.

Reikan came up to her and slapped her softly on the side of her face three times. There was no doubt her current strength level could tear the flesh and blood man apart like paper. So it was quite daunting seeing him dominate her like she was weaker than a new puppy. "Well, what are you waiting for?" he asked, though he hadn't sent her on her way yet. It wasn't unusual for him to do exactly that, even to his legmen. "All that computing power and you still can't do anything without me telling you?" he tsked and circled her closely, hand sliding from her face, over a protected breast, down her stomach and then to her ass. He tried a squeeze and though it was tough, it still had give. "Not bad." he said and then he looked at Matthew, who nodded.

Reikan cocked his hand back and then slapped her asscheek through the suit. The slight pain transferred and a digitalized red LED pattern from his hand lit up where it had hit her on her ass, and her legs would start running her off. Reikan laughed. "Now that's a fun feature." he held his stomach, he was laughing so hard.

The drones followed but shot up into the sky when they were outside the warehouse.

Courtesan will not spare Darang. Darang fulfills the definition of 'evil'. Evil can be exterminated without cost to conscience. Or so I have found through research.

The voice was steadier now, the further away from the warehouse they got. She would notice her running was automated if she cared to lend it a thought.
 
Nobody else reacted to the strange voice that penetrated Amali’s mind as she struggled to determine what was happening. But it disappeared again after telling her that the drones wouldn’t hurt her. It was a strange voice, one that seemed born from a machine rather than a man. It was frank and emotionless which made it more sinister.

Once she finished the circle, Amali stiffened when Reikan approached her. Her jaw clenched upwards, giving her chin a much more robust and severe line. Her head tilted upwards slightly while her armour covered fingers curled into fists at her sides. She didn’t move when he stood uncomfortably close to her, his form dwarfing her own while her strength was enough to tear him limb from limb. However even the thought of the horrific electrucution power he held in his pocket was enough to keep her from fighting back in that moment, though the spark of that thought was quickly inserted into her idea of escape.

Suddenly, his palm came down gently on the side of her face as he smacked her on one cheek, then the other, then the first one again, forcing her head slightly from side to side while he chastised her for not going on the mission he had set out for her. Amali inhaled sharply, her fingers pressing into her palms and trembling as she fought the urge to attack Reikan in that very moment before her mind calmed her primal urge. His hand then moved down from her cheek to travel over her kevlar coated breasts, the fabric reinforced giving her no feeling unless he squeezed rather roughly. Which was his intention as he circled her, like a predator would a helpless prey, his fingers roaming her covered body before settling on her ass, squeezing it brutally until it gave slightly beneath his grasp. Amali inhaled sharply, her hips moving forward slightly against his hand.

Suddenly, his hand abandoned her body for a split second before it came down hard on her covered ass. Amali screeched in pain as a red LED light began to glow from within the suit in the shape before her legs began moving on their own. Amali’s eyes widened as she was forced to run out of the warehouse and into the streets of the city as rain pecked at the concrete sidewalks.

It took the poor girl a moment to regain her balance as her legs began to run down a premapped route, unable to stop as the voice once again returned to her mind.

“Get out of my head!” she screamed as she turned another corner to run down a dark alley, “I’m not a murderer!”
 
Reikan enjoyed toying with her. She had anger in her now. Before it had been fear and desire, though that desire had been for his cum, not his fucking. Now, she was obedient. She let herself be degraded and like any human she exhibited signs of rage, blossoming on the skin they'd left her with. He smiled to himself when she drowned the part of her that wanted to have at him. He almost thought she'd lose her control during some of his games with her body, but she was learning her place in things. He liked to see how much of their hubris their fear could fetter. She was so beautiful, bubbling with irritation and loathing, but still not acting on any of it. And every day, she would learn more. And she'd be broken down to something he could trust, eventually. "Wow. You don't even look human anymore." he said to himself. It was a lie. She had enough things left in her to be a woman, but he liked putting that thought in her mind.

He leaned in over her when her body reacted to his squeeze. He let her ear fill up with his breath. "I'll touch you as much as you want when you come back. Good robots get played with." he assured her before he sent her away.

The route would continue taking her in unseen paths throughout the city. A sad jingle played in her head when she called out to the program that was keeping her company.

You must become a murderer. Your directives do not allow you to spare target Darang or surrounding guards.

There was a bit of noise in the voice now, breaking it up. It may be the machine's show of emotion. The voice was quiet. Little blue light diodes in the sky over her might tell her about the following drones as she was made to run along walls and sometimes vault over fences and debris in her artificial rush to get to the small skyscraper where Darang held up. The automatic running stopped when she was at the corner of an adjacent building, overlooking the HQ of her target.

I suggest an agile weapon with high capacity in close quarters. the voice insisted just as the carry unit on her back clicked thrice and then popped open, a suitable weapon among the ones she'd picked extended out of the back. It was obvious that the unit didn't just hold the weapons, but disassembled them for storage, and then put them together when they were needed. Her onboard computer would let her see the stats of the firearm. It was fully loaded and well maintained, of course. And then a small panel on the underside of the forearm of her suit clicked open, and a simple, one-piece, silver knife ejected for her hand to catch.

This blade will make up for what the gun lacks. Be efficient.
 
Amali hated Reikan with every fibre of her new being. Her mind was still human even as her body was mutilated beyond any hope of a human life. But there were deep crevices digging deeper and deeper in the darkest vestiges of her mind as he spoke of her losing her humanity, calling her a robot before the suit forced her forward and out into the rain covered streets of the neon lit city.


But her demand that she wasn’t a murdered went unheeded as the voice in her head responded, revealing that she had no choice. She had ‘directives’ like she was a mindless android with no free will. Amali scrambled her mind as she tried to decipher where the voice was coming from. Was it her captor? Had he implanted something into her while she was in the glass mirrored prison? But the voice wasn’t the same as her captor. There was no emotion in it. It seemed more like a robot programmed to force her to complete the directive.


Amali’s legs then began to climb the side of a building, sticking to it like she was some sort of spider with sticky feet. She climbed vertically until reaching the roof where her legs then crouched down on the corner of the building, overlooking the destination on the augmented reality map that invaded her sight. The blinking blue lights of the drones circled her form, watching every move to ensure that she completed her ‘directive’.


Then the robotic voice returned, non-chalantly advising her on what weapon would be most efficient to carry out the horrific crime she had been ordered to commit. Suddenly, three clicks and a buzzing sound erupted from her back, lifting the machine gun from its carrying pack and positioning it over her shoulder for her to take. Then another buzzing sound emerged from her forearm before a shining metal knife popped out, sliding into her coated metal fingers as they closed around them.


Amali’s mind began racing as the command became real. Shaking her head, she closed her eyes and leaned back from the edge of the building. “No, no, no, no, no,” she repeated over and over again as her free hand desperately tried to pry her finger from the handle of the knife but they were stuck tight, almost as if she was magnetically attached to the weapon. Looking up again, she began to desperately fight, forcing her leg back away from the edge of the building.


One step, then two until something snapped within her. Her desperation provoked the short circuit on the control and she found herself walking backwards a few more steps, each movement becoming smoother and easier, like a weight was lifted off her. When she was safely back away from the building, Amali quickly turned and ran as fast as she could, the knife still clutched in her hand while the gun sat over her shoulder. She ran to a fire escape ladder and started descending it, desperate to escape from her horrific captivity and from the order she had been given.
 
Reikan got to enjoy her walk up the building. In many ways it was the epitome of what he had tried to create. Something superior and efficient, something post human. It would be hard to mistake her for a real woman when she moved like that. The crown and her current suit, it even negated the exotic effects of her colored and see-through silicone build. When none of her organs showed through their version of artificial skin and flesh, she may as well have been something automated and manufactured. "Look at her." he said and tapped the screen blared at them through the cameras on the drones. "I coulda bet real money she was just a military bot if I hadn't made her myself," he said and slapped Matthew on his shoulder, laughing. "Can't wait to see if this war machine works as a fleshlight, after."

They all got to see her lapse in faith, when she tried to reject the weapons they'd given her. A few rudimentary maneuvers with the knife would play at instinct level, and some of her silicone muscles would twitch and tense according to them. Nothing that would perform the motions outright, but to familiarize her with them, to engrain them into her, so she'd have them in her reflexes when she needed them. A flash of blue started at the anterior part of her brain and washed it all the way to her back. Reikan cackled and shook his head. "Look at her go. She just doesn't learn, does she?"

But he choked on some of it when he saw what happened. "What..." he muttered, staring at the screen when she was able to back-peddle. He looked at Matthew who shrugged in panic as she continued her retreat.

They are looking, Courtesan.

"So what are we going to do about that? She's out in the fucking open!" Reikan shouted, excited and appalled by what was happening. Matthew gestured to the pocket in the neon striped suit, and Reikan lifted the device out. His eyebrows raised as he flipped his thumb three times on the screen and brought up an azure panel. "Oh." he said to himself and then shook his head. "Wait, won't this do too much?" he asked.

I suggest you lock your fingers around the railing.

Reikan touched the panel. A small series of lighting lines rode the ring that made up her crown. And then a violent surge of electricity blasted through her brain by way of the new ports they'd surrounded her skull with. It was on part with what had happened to her earlier, but it was shortlived. Like her brain had been put through a tumble dryer together with some metal debris. But it stopped soon.
 
Amali flipped her kevlar coated body over the edge of the building as she began to long trek down the fire escape ladder as her body fought against her mind, only making her that much stronger as her emotions grew more and more intense. “Shut up!” she screamed out at the strange voice in her head as he revealed that ‘they’ were looking for her. The last thing she needed was any type of distraction as she descended the ladder, not knowing how much time she had before her captor realized what was happening.

The voice emerged again, offering that she lock her fingers around the railing of the ladder. However, she was too slow and suddenly an excruciating jolt of electricity coursed through her crown, penetrating right into her brain. Her artificial muscles contracted and she fell backwards. As she fell from the ladder, the jolt subsided which in turn made her realize that she was falling. Amali’s eyes widened in terror as she fell backwards, her arms cycling upwards in a desperate attempt to save herself from hitting the ground and breaking into a million pieces.

It felt like she was falling in slow motion as she descended down the side of the building, her flexible metal encased body reaching upwards towards the heavens for any type of mercy as she hit a large pile of garbage. Her silently screaming mouth hung open as she descended into the uneven garbage pile, the bags providing a small cushion before she hit the hard asphalt of the alley.

But her pain from the fall was paltry compared to the pain that wracked her brain. Curling up, Amali grasped at her head as a headache felt like it was tearing her head apart, her finger moving over the plugs still fastened into the ports around her skull, reminding her of the control and power her captor still held over her. Groaning in pain, she curled up into a fetal position as she desperately tried to quell the pain that erupted from her head and her body from the fall.
 
Reikan looked at the results of his small flick. They were devastating and sudden to Amali. The issued command landed quickly, and her reaction was instantaneous. It was very user friendly, this system. It was beautiful when the first chock twitched her off the ladder. Like she'd been shot. She had been so sure she could have her rebellion. As though they'd leave assets like her without any kind of security. He watched in awe when she fell. The drones followed her descent, one of them from above and the other from the side, one even followed slowly to record her shrinking from it, though they all kept out of reach from her flailing arms. There were a number of measures she could have taken, but Reikan had blocked them all.

The function of dulling the impact trauma was turned off. The suit would still protect her, but her nerves would still be rattled. It would allow pain but not damage. He considered that a kindness. He gasped with satisfaction when she hit the garbage and some of it blasted out the side of the broken bags. It was a spectacular show. He sucked on his lower lip when the dust and debris settled, and he could see her writhing. The crown was a perfect counter measure, wasn't it? He punched Matthew's arm in congratulations, and the scientist rubbed with a a grin. He obviously loved his job.

The voice in her head asked her repeatedly if she was alright, and if it may do something for her. While it was still robotic in sound, the sentiment was tender.

But that voice was drowned out by Reikan's. The electricity punishing her conveyed his sounds, which meant her brain and skull were being tortured in his meter. The fluctuations in his voice were the rise and fall of the current. It'd be the worst she'd felt, so far, from the crown. "Amali, dear." he said and it'd be deafening to her, while at the same time conducting the stream of lightning racking her brain. All the parts those areas of her gray matter were naturally connected to would spasm in unison. "You're being a stupid little bot, aren't you?" he was choosing a rather level cadence, which was still devastating to her. Until

"SO YOU BETTER FUCKING GET A GRIP AND DO AS YOU'RE TOLD!" The shouting would do nothing but raise the agony many times over. The crown vibrated from delivering the power into her brain. While she wouldn't be in danger until he decided it, her pain experience was overwhelming. She'd be floating in a sea of suffering soon. "So please make me proud and kill this shit for me, would you?" he whispered that, which was still painful, but just a ghost of what he'd just done to her with his screaming. "Up, up you go." he encouraged chipperly. "Or you'll get another brain spanking."
 
Amali’s groans turned to desperate screams of agony as her captors voice exploded into her mind, while the black torturous halo continued to pump electricity directly into her brain. But beneath his voice the robotic voice continued to repeat itself, asking if she was ok and whether she needed it to do anything for her.

“MAKE IT STOP!!!!” she screamed as her fingers curled around the black metal connector, pulling desperately at it as Reikan’s voice echoed in her mind, torturing her even as he spoke normally. That was until suddenly, his voice rose to a scream which made Amali convulse in excruciating pain. She let out a blood crudling scream as her body crumpled on the pile of garbage. Suddenly, one of the bags gave way and Amali’s body rolled down to land on the hard, wet asphalt of the alleyway. Salive dripped from her mouth as she scrambled to regain her senses from the brutal electrocution.

She pushed her forehead against the ground as he spoke, ordering her back up to kill Darang and complete her mission. Amali’s mind was scrambled as his voice only caused more pain to course through the plugs around her skull. Spitting up more saliva she groaned and writhed in agony for a moment before her mind cleared enough for her to enact a desperate plan.

Gripping one side of the halo in her hand, she turned her head to the side, just above the asphalt. Taking a couple of shallow breaths, she inhaled sharply and slammed the metal ring down against the ground. A crunch emanated from the metal ring as it bent beneath the force as she screamed in pain. While the metal bent, it pulled painfully at one of the plugs on the side of her shaved skull.

Breathing heavily and in excruciating amounts of pain, Amali’s resolve deepened and she lifted her head up again. Breathing in sobbing heaves, she screamed and slammed her head down again, this time snapping the halo and yanking a plug out of one of the ports. Screeching in pain as drool coated her chin, Amali moved both hands to grasp the broken piece of the halo, pulling it painfully away from her head and yanking the rest of the plugs out.

It was horrifyingly brutal sight that had tears streaming down Amali’s face but once the plugs and the crown were torn from her head, she threw it against the wall of the adjacent building as hard as she could, a breath of relief flaring her nostrils as her shoulders slumped forward. She was free of Reikan’s hold in that moment and that hope ignited the adrenaline in her core.

Standing up on unsteady legs, Amali looked more threatening and pitiful at the same time in that moment. Without the crown, her silhouette looked much more human in the shadows but as she stumbled forward into the light, she was horrifyingly beautiful, more machine than human as she walked in unsteady legs, desperately searching for help.

“Help!” she half whispered, half gasped, “Someone please help me!”
 
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