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Reikan was elated to watch her suffer. As though he needed more proof of his power, the girl was now suffering from his words only. It was a good system they'd built with this crown. Everything they'd put in her was becoming a workable echosystem of punishments for her, even when they added new components. It was all geared toward the same goal, and that's why the hard and soft tech worked together so well together. As always, when she twisted from his sadistic leavings, his cock hardened. The drones supplied perfect image of it, and the sound was directly streamed to him from her. He particularly liked her drooling. It struck a good image.

But all the men in the control room gasped when she started to damage the crown. Reikan looked at Matthew and Matthew shook his head in panic. He tried tapping on a few panels, but it was obvious he couldn't do much now from afar. It was gruesome to see her will win over her pain responses. Reikan was awed by the footage of her mutilating her own head as the plugs popped out from how they were connected by the ring. It was like an angel denouncing heaven by wrenching off her halo.

The voice that had been trying to communicate with her during the ordeal, and screamed with her when the plugs were undone, was now quiet, as she immerged without the shackles around her skull. But all the noise that came with pulling hardware out of your cranium was suddenly muted, likely by that voice. And then it spoke again, through that quiet.

So run then, Courtesan.

She was allowed that freedom, even if the voice warned that HQ still was connected to her. It was able to elevate the drones and block their sight by hiding them behind the next, large building, making good on its statement that they were under its control.

Without his eyes in the sky, Reikan, who should have been very worried, dropped his shoulders and frowned into the cigarette he was smoking. Matthew looked at him and understood the nod he was given. A shrill whir came from a shipping crate off to the side before it opened deftly, and a vehicle was rolled out on an automatic platform. "Go kill Darang, Amali." he said into the coms to make sure she heard. She wouldn't do it. He just wanted to give himself reason and free reign over what he'd do next, to reel her in.

A dangerous protocol has been initiated. her onboard voice warned her.
 
The quiet was nearly deafening as the agonizing pain that had assaulted her mind ceased as the crowd was tossed away, along with the plugs from the ports around her skull. It was a stark, sudden change that was almost as painful as Amali walked unsteadily towards the intersection of the alley with the street. Using the walls as supports, she walked slowly, unsteady on her feet from the brutal assault on her brain and dulling its recovery. She made it to the street, turning onto it while pressing her palms against the wall when the voice in her head returned, urging her to run.

Amali looked up to see the drones raise up from around her to disappear behind the multi-storey building that flanked her from behind, giving her a blindspot to escape. Amali pushed herself off the wall and scrambled forward, forcing her legs to move faster, her arms waving at her sides to balance her as she sped up. Amali’s recovery time was impressive, the robotic body moving faster and more steady with each passing second. What started as a stumbling toddler’s gait turned to a sprint that would outrun even the fastest person on earth.

She didn’t know where she could run, but she needed to get somewhere that she would be protected immediately. It was in that moment that the familiar red cross of a hospital sign emerged from around the corner. Then her captor’s voice invaded her head again, demanding she murder the man he wanted. Amali grabbed the side of her skull, her finger pressing into the port located above her ear, reminding her of what he had done to her. Shaking her head and yanking her hand away in horror, her gaze narrowed and focused on the hospital. They would have to help her!

“Fuck you,” she murmured and began to sprint towards the building. She made it halfway before the calm, robotic voice warned her that a dangerous protocol had been started. “Shut up,” she commanded, running faster towards the sliding doors of the hospital. Reaching the doors, she ran inside and threw her hands up in the air. “Help me! Please!” She begged the staff that reeled back away from her mutilated body, more robot than human, their faces twisted into expression of horror and fear. Amali collapsed onto her knees as she looked at them, keeping her hands in the air to indicate that she wasn’t dangerous, even as the gun rested on top of her shoulder pointed directly into the building. “Please…help me!” she whispered, begging again for them to save her.
 
The hospital had guards, of course. They were a pan-service clinic and catered to people with augmentation too. A lot of their revenue came from such enhancements. It funded the care they could give to people who truly needed medical attention. Sometimes they fibbed on their collecting of payments so some may be treated when they might not have, in other establishments. But the guards were there for the more volatile patients, and for robbers who might want to get to the storage where they kept more exclusive parts. Their rifles were aimed at Amali now, when she sought help. They recognized that she was an extremely advanced build, but also had their doubts if there was anything human with her, despite her fluent body language. Her power suit protected her, but it also covered her see-through silicone, so nobody would see the organs that would otherwise be visible through the colorful material.

But one doctor and her nurse stopped the men and women aiming at the cyborg. "Her face." the doctor said. "Look." And both women came toward Amali. One had a kind face, touched up with plastic surgery to hide her age, but with a lot of personal markers intact, which meant she wasn't vain, she simply cared about upholding what the hospital deemed as presentable. Even though there was kindness in the board that made the decisions for this hospital, they all enjoyed eye candy. And were all male. And the nurse was young, and wore a kind smile. They were both in teal scrubs, and the doctor had a cropped white jacket on. It was all flattering, and contrary to hygiene, it was also revealing, given the enduring trend of giving people what they wanted, even when they were seeking healthcare.

"Doctor Neexa! It's not human, can't you see? It's just a bot. It looks like a pleasure bot with a power suit. You don't know what it'll do! Just let us decommission it!" one of the guards shouted and aimed again. Amali's warning systems flicked a bit in her vision, despite the damage she'd done by removing the crown. This was taking pretty long, and the Neexa and her nurse were winning ground, coupled with Amali's continued calm.

Neexa turned Amali away from them, which meant Amali was facing the door she had come in through. Neexa, a brunette, touched her face and tilted her own, and her nurse stood beside her. "We can help. You probably need the software team to reroute a few things as we repair, but it doesn't look too severe." Neexa promised. Her smile was hopeful, and her nods were sure. Her thumbs caressed Amali's cheekbones. "Everything's going to be alri..."

Two dull explosions were heard outside, and Neexa and her nurse's eyes grew wide. Amali would see their lower bodies burst quietly, along with her own legs. It'd register slowly in her vision. The two women who'd meant to help her gasped, confused as they fell onto the gunk that had once been part of them. The shock soon had them convulsing. And Amali, who had also lost her own footing along with her legs, would have to flop around on the floor with them. The guards were in an uproar with the rest of the staff, running around in the damage from the two ballistic attacks.

In through the holes through the front of the hospital came a large figure, and when it stepped into the light, Amali would see Reikan's head atop a hulking, blue suit. It was holding a monstrous rifle across its chest with just one hand. He looked down coldly at her and aimed the weapon. Another two shots with sound-compensated explosions, and he took her arms too. The two women who had tried to help her screamed at Reikan to take her, that she was just 'a fucking robot anyway' as they bled out. His armored free hand palmed Amali's skull and lifted her by it. He looked at her with a cold, deep, and detached disappointment. Indeed as though she'd been an object that had malfunctioned gravely.

"If you're going the behave like an ungrateful machine, I'll scrap you like one." he said and fired the rife, supported on his shoulder, three more times, which basically trashed the entrance floor of the hospital, and ripped through any body that ended up in the way of the killing pillars that came out and swirled wider out of the barrel. Hadn't even looked away from her when he did it. He casually let her dangle in his grip as he walked off.
 
Amali looked around in a panic while the guards pointed their guns directly at her. She held her hands up and away from her body, desperately pleading with them that she was no threat. She tried to move her hands away from the gun still sticking out of the pack at her back as the guards screamed at her, threatening her with decommissioning if she didn’t leave. That was, until two women came running around the corner and right up to the guards.

Amali remained kneeling on the floor, her hands held up and her fingers open to show that she had no hidden weapons. Her gaze was distracted from the floor as the doctors pleaded with the guards that she still had some human within her, pointing out her face as proof. She looked up as the doctor approached her, her face kind and caring while the nurse followed behind her. Amali looked up at the woman and her fear began to melt away as hope began to well up within Amali’s core.

But the guards were still dubious about Amali’s presence, warning the doctor that the poor girl was nothing more than a bot but the doctor fought back, showing Amali’s face to the guards and pleading the poor girl’s case that she still had her face and scalp and most likely her brain. And that Amali needed help. A bright red orange shape zoomed in on the guard’s rifle as he aimed it directly at her while the gun lifted up slightly from it’s holding pack, urging her to take it. But Amali refused and remained calm as the doctor gained more and more traction on protecting her.

The doctor pulled Amali up to her feet and turned her around to face her and the door behind her. Amali relaxed as the doctor reached up to touch Amali’s face, the only warm part of her body as she assessed her injuries and revealed that they could help her. Her calm smile made Amali more comfortable and as her fingers moved up over Amali’s cheekbones, the mutilated girl allowed a small smile to begin to creep across her features.

That was until suddenly, a deafening duo of bangs blew out the plexiglass doors of the hospital and the comforting gazes of the Doctor and Nurse disappeared into expressions of shock and confusion as they fell. Amali was bathed in their blood as she fell with them, her legs blown back further into the hospital. Amali’s own gaze was one of shock as she fell with the doctor and nurse, landing in a large slippery pool of blood and bone as the two health care workers began to convulse. Amali turned her head to see each of them missing the bottom halves of their bodies before she turned and saw that her own legs were gone, but with her there was no blood and where her legs once were were a tangle of wires sticking out from stumps still covered in the black suit but her shock and adrenaline preventing her from registering the agonizing pain of having her nerves blown off in the fracas.

Amali desperately tried to pull herself forward, dragging a trail of the doctor and nurse’s blood with her until she heard something behind her. Turning around, she stared up in horror as a large machine entered the hospital, a screen atop what would have been its head revealing her captor. Panicking, she tried to drag herself away from him just as two more blasts echoed behind her. The first one blew off her left arm, then her right, leaving her unable to move and lying on the floor in the widening pool of blood.
Amali cried in pain as his hand came down on her scalp, using it to lift what was left of her body up off the floor before turning her around to look at him while the doctors demanded he take her back because she was just a ‘fucking robot’ anyways. Tears streamed down her cheeks as braids and twists of wire hung out of the stumps at her hips and shoulder. She screamed “No!” as more explosions rang out, destroying the entire floor of the hospital before he began to walk away from the hospital, Amali, now just a torso and head dangled from his grip as she screamed and sobbed in agony and despair at being caught and brought back to her tormentor.
 
He liked seeing her despair, it may paly back well later. But right now he didn't feel even that much affection toward his creation. She had failed him. When the drone that had flown him here docked magnetically to him to whisk him back up and away from the burning hospital, he threw a quick eye at the building where Darang was, where she should have been. He frowned as the drone flew off toward the warehouse by the docks. He didn't look at her, didn't speak to the torso with wires flapping out of its sockets. Just held on to her and let her dangle in the wind.

When they landed he stomped in on compensating hydraulics in his leg joins. They were still rather heavy sounds. Matthew ran up to meet his boss and was rewarded with a dismissive toss of the once precious cargo, sending Amali right against the man, who caught her and rolled with her. "Fuck!" Matthew muttered, obviously hurt when he stood up, leaving her on the ground, face down as he had a conversation with Reikan. Matthew, with a guarded voice, tried to explain to Reikan it had been incredibly risky to cause so much damage, and what might have happened with such a big weapon causing so much structural compromise. Not to mention the cost of having to replace those all but perfect limbs. It ended with a rather threatening silence from Reikan, and it would seem even Matthew knew he'd spent his allowance of attitude for the day.

"Throw her in the life-fluid and let her stay there until you figure something out." Reikan suggested, only it wasn't a suggestion.

"I understand boss." Matthew said and she'd feel herself being lifted. Matthew didn't even look down at her as he carried her, cradling her neck and her pussy to divide her weight until he heedlessly dropped her into a tank. There was nothing preventing her from sinking to the bottom this time. And the liquid now would be thinner... cheaper? "She'll be alive until we can make something to your specifications." Matthew said, probably trying to be obedient again, and get back on Reikan's good side. She could hear the conversation, but not see, as she had been dropped face down against a corner because of Matthew's careless toss.

"No need to get fancy. Just get her factory grade legs and arms and give me the remote. Put caulk in her head ports." Reikan said.

Of course, she'd have to wait three days for that. Forgotten and without her fix of cum. Just an object at the bottom of a tank, able to read time only from the automatic light and dark of the workcycle of the engineers around her. Eventually, she'd be pulled up by a magnet attached to a chain, which in turn hung from a crane. None of the men who handled converting the stumps that had once been her legs and arms into ports spoke to her. And neither did Matthew when he attached very thin appendages in those ports. Cervos at the elbows and knees, pincers for hands, and tripods for feet. It was beyond rudimentary, and they didn't respond to her thoughts the way her other limbs had. She was sat on a chair where Matthew could fill up her head ports with a liquid that quickly set.

The room she was left in was cheap. It was obvious she was far from the lab where they'd kept her before. At one point, her leg slid because of how they'd positioned her when they left, and there was nothing to stop her from toppling over and landing on the floor. A few hours in that position preceded the opening of the only door. She'd see well polished leather shoes step in.

"Oh, yeah. I forgot about it." Reikan said and sat in the chair that had been hers until now. "You fucked up, didn't you?" he asked and touched a new set of buttons on the screen that was connected to her pain. Her legs and arms did a very simple series of motions to have her sit up on her ass so she could look up at him form the floor. "We're relocating you, I think. Even a fleshlight obeys better than you. Sorry to have postponed your death so long. I think we'll just use whatever tech is left in you to run a few diagnostics on bots that show potential."
 
Amali could do nothing as Reikan, strapped into the large mechanical machine held her up off the ground by the top of her head, her arms and legs reduced to tangles and twists of multi-coloured wires. She couldn’t even turn her head away from him as a drone whirred down on top of the frame of the machine and lifted him and her up into the air, removing them from the burning hospital and returning across the city to a location that Amali couldn’t see. Amali was forced to stare at her captor even as he refused to look at her while her translucent silicone torso swung with the wind and the smooth movements back and forth as she was carried into another warehouse, but this one was far darker and dirtier, with little decorations on the walls.

Amali’s tears had dried into streaks on her blood stained face while the deep red liquid also stained the black kevlar-like suit that covered her translucent silicone. Her battery powered heart continued to beat, forcing her into a false calm as her captor stomped into the warehouse and the familiar voice of the engineer she had come to recognize as the one in charge of her began to stammer and speak quickly of the dangers that his boss had risked by attacking the hospital. Amali screeched when, in response to the man’s protestations, her captor tossed her limbless body directly against him, sending her and him both tumbling onto the floor. Amali rolled off of him and came to a stop with her forehead pressed against the cold concrete of the floor while the two men spoke of her as if she wasn’t there.

Amali struggled, finally managing to turn her head so her cheek was laying on the floor instead before the engineer’s dress shoes approached her quickly at the demand of her captor to put her into life fluid. The quadruple amputee shifted her neck again as he picked her up at the base of her neck and between her legs before tossing her into a shortened tube filled with the green liquid where she had been when she was first mutilated by the cruel men. But this time, she didn’t float in it. Instead, she sank right down to the bottom, her head once again landing face down facing away from the rest of the warehouse while the men’s voices grew muffled and the poor girl was unable to move.

Amali tried to speak to whoever was in the warehouse, her voice begging to be adjusted so she could at least see but her own voice was swallowed up in the thinner liquid, the only indication that she had said anything a group of tiny bubbles rising in the fluid before dissipating at the top of the tank that served as her prison. Amali’s head was wedged that she couldn’t even turn her head to lie in a more comfortable position, the only thing she could see was the metal brace that sealed the tube.

Within hours in the tank, the withdrawals began to rack Amali’s almost completely artificial body. It started with a tingling in her head, a mild headache that was more an annoyance than anything else. But it didn’t stop there the mild irritation in her head soon grew exponentially to an immense, agonizing pain that felt like her head was on fire. Screaming in the tank, Amali desperately tried to get someone’s attention for help, the panic and bubbles flowing up from her body, her face pressed against the bottom of the tank. But no help came and the pain grew more and more intense, racking every nerve that was left in her limbless state while her screams were silenced by the liquid swirling around her.


Cramming her eyes shut, Amali’s lungs burned as she wanted nothing more than to force more air into her brain, to put out the fires but the battery continued its torturous pumping, keeping her breath slow and steady while her torso twitched helplessly in the tank until suddenly, all the lights went out, leaving the mutilated girl in total darkness.

By the time the lights turned on again, Amali was shivering in pain, her brain unable to handle the excruciating starvation of withdrawal as she was denied the drug that had become her addiction. Her eyes were unfocussed and her mouth hung open as she breathed through her mouth. Her head twitched every few moments while her emotions would explode before sending her back into an almost catatonic state as she was left isolated, blind, deaf and mute. Unable to do anything to get any type of attention, the pain spread throughout her body, firing the nerves in her torso and out into the tangles of wires where her arms and legs had been.

By the dawn of the third day, Amali was nearly catatonic. Her eyes seemed to stare out into nothingness, her mind blank with agony and her body still in the tank. That was until suddenly, something latched onto her back, pulling her up and out of the life fluid and into reality which assaulted every one of her senses at once.

Amali’s mouth opened in a silent scream as the bright lights and whirring noises assaulted her senses. She clamped her eyes shut and her mouth hung open in a haunting expression as every sense felt like it was overloading her mind. The crane lowered what was left of her down onto a simple black chair, leaning her back against the high back of it before two men approached with a cart full of tools. The cyborg girl’s head fell backwards as the fluid dripped off her body, still covered in the black kevlar suit that was speared down her spine as the men went to work, beginning to cut and pull at the wires sticking out from her shoulders and hips.

The pain assaulted Amali’s senses much like the withdrawals as the wires were soldered, cut and retwisted back into her torso. She screeched and cried, tears streaming down her face as the wires were transformed into ports, bigger than the ones punched into her skull and surrounded with the same chrome coating. “Please,” Amali begged, “Please stop. It hurts!”

But it didn’t stop any of the brutal adjustments to her before the chief engineer approached with a cart containing long, skinny pieces of jointed metal up to her. He then placed each of the pieces up against the ports at her shoulders and hips, twisting and clicking them painfully into place giving her a strange spider like look with skinny metal limbs that ended in pincers and tripods that looked nothing like a human anymore. Amali lifted her head slowly to peer down at her new arms and legs, trying to move them, but nothing happened. She may have looked like she had limbs, but they wouldn’t move at her will, leaving nothing more than a torso to her again.

The engineer then grabbed her head, pushing it to the side before pressing a tube against the port at her temple. Suddenly, a thick cream began to fill up the opening, creating an immense amount of pressure on her head. Amali groaned in pain as the cream began to harden, filling the entire hole and spilling out slightly in an uneven layer of white caulk. He pushed her head around to do the same with the other four ports that her captor had punched into her skull before pushing her slightly to the side, pushing the tripod on the end of one of her ‘legs’ off balance and leaving her alone again, unable to move.

When she was left alone in the dark, Amali’s mind broke. She began to sob uncontrollably as the brutality of her captivity and punishment only broke right through her psyche like a river through a canyon. The words of the dying doctors echoed in her mind as they offered her up like a sacrifice “Just a Fucking Robot.” She was a machine, and not even the humans saw her as one of them anymore! Amali’s sobs echoed off the walls and her trembling made the tripod foot shift again, sending Amali tumbling painfully off the chair and onto her back on the floor. Amali cried out in pain as the caulk in the ports on her shaved head scraped along the floor but no one came to help her, leaving her hopelessly immobilized on the floor.

Amali didn’t know how long she had been left in the dark until her captor returned. Immediately, Amali’s stomach began to wretch with need, the addiction immediately rearing its ugly head. Her head turned slightly and the very sight of Reikan sent a wave of need through her mutilated body as he sat down on the chair that she had been on mere hours before. Swallowing hard, Amali stared at him, her eyes glassy as he chastised her for fucking up before he revealed the tablet again. She shuddered at the sight of the source of her agony and clenched her teeth. But pain didn’t come. Instead, at the press of a button, the thin metal appendages began to move, pushing her body up to sit back on her ass and leaning back slightly so she could look at him.

Amali burst into tears as he threatened her death, “Please,” she begged him, her body both needing his cum and desperate to save her own life, “Please I don’t want to die!” Her own addiction was forcing her to stay alive just to get another fix of his cum. His mere presence forced her broken mind to survive and suck him off to get the high she so desperately needed. “Please, I’ll do anything.” Her voice cracked as she begged him to let her live in such a deplorable state. Her words were dripping with need while tears stained her cheeks.
 
It was part for his anger, but also for her sake that he'd ignored her. But he still noticed her when she laid there after Matthew had set her down, and he had watched her when she writhed in the tube where the cheaper but still life-maintaining liquid was. Indeed she was his favorite show, but he was taking a backseat from acting in it, and only directing now. Several prostitutes came and went for his inspiration while his attention was on Amali on the screen. It still felt good to get off when her withdrawals built. He was still wracked with anger when he thought about what she'd done, and then took more pleasure out of her suffering as it developed. It did look as though his cyborg was learning her lesson. This could go on for however long he wanted. With the technology they had in her, she may be a new kind of immortal, especially if they decided to only preserve her brain. Her screams through the liquid were recorded.

But he liked more when she was fished out of the tank, and her expressions at any stimuli at all. She didn't look like a human caught up in wires, no, she looked like she was something dead, kept alive by a machine. He had jerked off furiously to this footage. The theater of the new ports being put in was another highlight, and he'd almost neglected a big drug deal because of it. He was engrossed in the stream. He laughed loudly every time she was presented with clues as to what her next state of being would be. He thought she was adorable in her confused misery, with her stick arms and legs. He was just quietly in delighted awe when she cried in the dark.

He was almost starstruck when he saw her again. Still seething from her betrayal, he let her know what her new limbs were good for. She fell apart where he had her sit, and took in the show of a woman broken. "Oh, you think you deserve that?" he asked and touched the screen twice. Her limbs would take her body toward him, with a crawl, and elevate her head to be at the height of his crotch. "Do anything? Are you asking for another chance?" he leaned down to look at her in the eye. Her limbs angled her to make this happen for him. "AFTER YOU FUCKED ME OVER!?" he shouted suddenly in her face, his saliva dotting her human face. "Why should I trust a robot that has already proven it's defective?" he asked. "Are you calling me stupid?"

And still, to torture her, he took his cock out. It was half filled, and just as large as she remembered it to be. He was sure she'd been given enough time to think about it a lot. The limbs scooted her forward. He grabbed the base of his shaft and started slapping it across her features. It was easier when he wasn't rock hard, but the stimulation was filling him with more blood. Her tears lubricated him well. If she attempted anything with her mouth, she still had command over her neck, he'd simply swing out of her reach but for maybe the furthest swipes of her tongue.

"You had everything. You were almost a real person." he mused as he looked at her. "But you were so ungrateful." she was rabid for it, and the harder he got, the less motion he put into it. Soon the cock was resting is bulb on her forehead, its hormonal musk billowing out onto her nose like a cloud. "I think I may rebuild you as a public toilet next. Maybe that's better use of your shit for brains?" he offered as a pearl of precum ran down her forehead and then the bridge of her nose, to one side. He clucked his tongue, as though it was all a pity. "There IS still the problem of Darang, though. Because you left it unfinished..." he muttered for himself and finally let go of his cock, to see what she'd do.
 
Tears streamed down Amali’s face as her survival instincts kicked in, shamelessly begging for her life in that moment where she had no control over even her own body. Her gaze was glassy as she looked up at him while his own expression was one of rage against her defiance towards him. Suddenly, her thin metal limbs sprang back into action, pulling her torso and head forward onto her hands and knees before crawling across the floor between his legs as he questioned whether she deserved to live. Her view was directly towards his crotch and the proximity only made the brutal pain of the withdrawals worse. Gritting her teeth, she tried to quell the pain in her head by closing her eyes tight but the sudden movements of her stick limbs forced them open as they leaned her back, pushing her torso and head up to look directly into his face.

Amali jumped and her head turned away from him when he suddenly screamed at her, his deafening voice making her painfully press her teeth together while his spittle sprayed onto her face. When he mentioned that she was defective and asking if she was calling him stupid, Amali shook her head. She was fighting for her life and desperate to survive in that moment, even through the torture he was putting her through.

Leaning back, Reikan then undid his pants, pulling his half erect cock out from the confines of his clothes. The veiny bulbous length swinging lightly in front of her. Immediately, Amali’s head began to follow its movements while the metal limbs skittered her forward until she was within touching distance of it. Amali immediately opened her mouth, desperate for the taste of his cum but instead, her captor tortured her by swinging it to the side, out of reach of her searching tongue before bringing it across her cheek, sending her head swinging to one side then the other while she desperately followed it like a starving dog.

His words about her being a ‘real person’ cut deep through Amali’s psyche while her body craved his cock, her mind began to swim again. She wasn’t a real person anymore. That realization forced a single tear to move down her cheek just as he moved to rest the end of his cock on her forehead, taking all sensible thought out of her mind while she stared up at it, her tongue hanging out of her mouth. Just as a warm sticky drop of precum escaped the tip, Amali’s tongue moved up in a desperate attempt to line up with it so she could have just one taste.

His words about making her a toilet were met with a groan of need, Amali’s mind blurring with the addiction to his cock and cum. When he released his cock, Amali moved her head back slightly and immediately swallowed its length. Her eyes rolled up into her head as she tasted his cock, relieving the horrific pain from the withdrawals as she sucked on it desperate for his release to satiate her thirst. Amali gurgled and groaned in pleasure as Reikan mused about the man he had ordered her to kill.
 
While simple, the limbs were well-made. Factory developed things like that were thought-through, too. They coupled well with her new joints and were soon hard at work moving her. Their independent moving of her torso made her look more robotic, since the motions weren't integrated in all of her. Her shoudlerblades and hips were still hers, even if she couldn't do much with them. It was a rather festive juxtaposition. He sat there when she agonized over her building addiction. He flexed his cock underneath the fabric, as though that'd send out more hormones to whet her apatite. The fact that she could still make such pained expressions for his cock after having been through so much other stuff was hilarious. Maybe she should just take a note, here, and realize resistance was futile. For having a computer at her disposal, she did not process things very quickly.

The loud chastising had he cower like a child. It felt good to yell at her. This was how she should be. Just something for him to relieve his frustration in. Not something that caused them. She collected herself, and then lost herself again, when he let her see his cock. He smiled to himself when she was transfixed on the delivery system for her new drug. He groaned when he got to slap her face around with it, and she stupidly tried to catch it between her lips. She could be so good when she wanted to. Such a pity. "So hungry..." he muttered to himself with some humor. Her human skin felt good against the bulbous head. Pretty little cyborg puppy.

She cried well underneath his resting cock, and he groaned when her tongue came out, greedy for any little liquid scrap. Now that was a perfect picture. The cameras in here, well hidden to still give her the feeling of loneliness, would have to give up that nice moment to him, later. She was irredeemably attached to what his cock could provide now. She just needed the right outlook. Her humanity was at stake, and her crying let him know just how her heart ached for that fact. Her tear mixed with his precum, and ushered it faster down her face to let her taste it.

He hissed and nodded his head back when she finally got what she wanted. Her honestly fervent eager to get him off felt almost dangerous in its desperation. Like she might bite it off and eat it just loosing control. It was a pretty nice sensation, though, unmatched from the whores he had on retainer for their oral skills. He put the screen away, back into its pocket and petted her bald head, and tugged a bit at the stale cover for one of her ports. He noted her stranger enthusiasm of being repurposed into a toiled. While it wouldn't give her the full fix, she'd get a lot of what she needed from him like that, and far more regularly. "You fucking freak." he muttered as she ate his cock. Just the sweat and being forever soaked in his essence should hold her over, even if his seed was the payload.

He grabbed her by what little bangs she had and started tugging her head off his cock, but realized she probably would fight it until they came off. So instead he palmed her scalp and pushed her off, though the slit of his cock was still within tongue-distance and it was producing a steady trickle of pree. "So, have you learned your lesson? If I give you another chance, are you going to off Darang and anyone in your way?" he asked. Two quick but rather brutal slaps from his other palm should take her out of the daze long enough for an answer. And if she was good about it, he'd simply let go to let her suck his cock.
 
Amali suckled on his cock like a baby would a mother’s nipple, her tongue and cheeks moving to compress around his length in a milking motion that had slurping sounds echoing throughout the room. From the days being denied the drug, her body craved it even more and her stomach hurt with anticipation. Her metal legs and arms held her still while she sucked on his cock, her tongue massaging the tip before running along the underside again while she closed her eyes in a euphorically desperate need. It was almost as if she was in love with his manhood, that she was desperate for its attentions, even as she was forced into it.

She shuddered when his hand moved to stroke the tiny stubble of teal coloured hair that was slowly emerging from her bald scalp before his hand moved to the rubbery caulk that stuck out of one of the ports surrounding her skull. He tugged on it, forcing a pained moan to emerge from Amali’s throat, vibrating her tongue against his manhood as she continued sucking through the pain.

However the torture was far from over for Amali as Reikan moved his hand to the line of bangs that ran along her forehead, pulling back on her head while she desperately tried to keep her mouth around his cock, to get the sweet relief of his cum coating her throat. His hand released her bangs and pressed against her forehead, pushing Amali’s head back as she desperately lapped at the tip of his cock, groaning in protest. That was, until he roughly slapped across one cheek and then the other, sending her head swinging violently in both directions while angry red marks appeared over her cheeks. His question was pointed and forced her addiction to the forefront. She had to agree to obey his orders to kill in order to get her fix. However, in that moment, Amali’s need outweighed everything.

“Yessss,” she gasped, her tongue extending out to desperately lick at the tip of his cock to get even the smallest drop of his sticky white fluid down her throat.
 
He watcher her there, propped up by arms and legs that no longer listened to her. Just a pod to hold her. And she was entirely enamored with his dick. They'd programmed her to be, but the way she expressed it was all her own. Life-giving and absolute. She didn't suck it for pleasure, she sucked it for relief. He had never felt such pure will for his cum in any mouth before. It was quite the bolster to his ego to watch someone live and die on the notions of his cock. Indeed he noted that she acted as though the object itself was her focus of affection. Like he himself didn't matter. He quite liked that image. And he had to be conscious to hold himself back, so he wouldn't give her what she wanted, all too soon. He wasn't ready to reward her for her insolence, yet, even if her dedication now did make a pretty good argument.

It would seem the ports were still sensitive. He actually pinched off a piece of the filling material when he thought about how recklessly she'd done off with her crown. Matthew had easily sketched out a new design, and found an alloy that would prevent her from doing it again, lest she bring her entire scalp off in the process. Prevention was good, but he had to get obedience, too. Without obedience, she might as well be a mindless robot. The sound she made vibrated through his cock and that lifted his brow, from its potential.

She was rabid with desire even when he forced her off it. He grunted when her tongue continued to flick at him. Slapping her was delightful, but it didn't much prevent her from continuing. And he didn't stop her either. The tongue was the only appendage she still controlled. It was fully human flesh, too. She proclaimed, like any addict, to be good. He nodded with some judgmental approval. He reached inside his pocket again, and retrieved the screen, and held it over his cock while she tried to lick it at a distance. "He's here, you know." he said as the door behind her opened, and the rolling of automatic wheels made themselves known. It wouldn't matter much to her, but it was her old power suit, this one outfitted with arms and legs, too.

The screen showed Dargang, laughing and drinking with men similarly clad as Reikan. He was downing pills at an alarming rate with his drinks. "Those pills have hard-to-digest shells, but you can bite through them to get what you want, well enough." he said and smirked. "He thinks there's a drug in them, but we both know what they really contain, don't we?" he told her.

There was ruckus and merry sounds coming from outside the room. Reikan put the screen away and finally shoved her off him. Her limbs let it happen. He stood up, hard cock still out and watched as the suit broke free from its metal stance, off the rolling board that had brought it, and came over to her. The moment its fingers touched her head, her rudimentary limbs came off. The power suit held her to it, and she was integrated into it again, once more granted something that looked like human legs and arms just as the door was opened, and the man she knew as Darang came stumbling in, with the company of the other men she'd seen in the clip.

"Uhh?" Darang said, red-faced from drinking. He popped the last pill in his hand and drank it down before throwing his whiskey glass. It shattered and littered a corner. "The fuck, Rei..." he said and came over to her. "This some sexy bot." he muttered with a grin. "Why are you fucking toys? Don't you want one that's at least a bit human?" he said and then laughed at the ceiling.

Reikan crossed his arms and nodded at Darang for her benefit. "Are you really going to stomach that, Bot?" he asked. The pills were just sugar, but she wouldn't know that until she got them out.
 
Amali moaned when her captor revealed that the target she had been assigned to kill was within the building, before pulling the tablet screen over Amali’s view of his cock. Her tongue retreated into her mouth while a video plays on the screen and a buzzing sound emerges from behind her. With her mind clouded with the need for his cum, her eyes watch the man intently while Reikan’s words penetrate into her mind. The pills. The pills contain his seed. His seed wasn’t in his cock anymore, they were in the pills! Her eyes flitted back and forth over the screen as sounds began to emerge from behind a closed door behind Amali.

Suddenly, her captor pulled the screen away, shoving her sideways, her skinny limbs collapsing beneath her forcing her to lay on her side while a moan of need exploded from her lips. Turning her head, Amali came face to face once again with the black hardened suit that had been her prison every time she had left the warehouse, but this one was outfitted with black hardened arms and legs as well. However, this time Amali couldn’t fight it as her limbs were frozen in place. The suit walked robotically over to her and its hand reached down to grasp the top of her scalp.

Suddenly, Amali’s metal arms and legs fell from her torso with a clatter that echoed throughout the large room, leaving her as only a torso and head before the suit turned her around and pulled her back into it. The spears impaled her back sending a wave of agony that was becoming familiar to the poor cyborg and made her cry out in pain before the suit closed in around her, giving her more of a machine like form, pushing her height up a few inches and widening her stance. The blade that had been attached to her arm from the mission was still sticking out beneath her right wrist.

Just as Amali was imprisoned within the suit, the door at the far end of the warehouse swung open and the man from the video stumbled in, his movements and slurred speech indicating his drunkenness. Amali’s gaze turned to anger as he swallowed the last of the white capsules that were filled with her captor’s seed. Seed that she needed in that very moment. However, his movements were jerky and unbalanced as he walked over to her, insulting her for being a toy before Reikan spoke the word stomach.

Right after the word left her captor’s mouth, Amali’s desperation exploded. Thrusting her hand forward, she stabbed Darang right in the center of his stomach. Plunging the blade in as far as it would go, Amali stared down at the blood flowing out before she began sawing downwards through his stomach. Darang was wide eyed in shock at the sudden movement and impalement, remaining standing for a moment before collapsing onto the floor on his back while blood flowed out of the wound. Amali kneeled down over him, the suit making her movements all the more robotic as her steel fingers began to dig in the open wound, pulling it apart piece by piece in a desperate search for the pills that contained the drug she needed.
 
It was strange seeing her face lit up by the screen, while she was so close to his cock. Like a good pupil. Though the implications were wracking her brain. It felt good to affect her so much. She was like a robot, learning human things. Was this her bout with morality? Oh, but she looked too excited over the prospect of having his cum. She lit up like the addicted did in alley's, when he came to deliver their poison to them, and they saw the vessel her carried their treasures in. He would forever feel proud that she'd been put in such a state from his cum. There was an emerging greed in her eyes. He wanted to fan it until it was a great flame. He may have implanted the addiction in her, but she was following it as herself, and it was herself that she would damn, on the way. Like she was seeing some kind of primal truth, right there, on his cock.

And then the suit picked her up and ate her after she was dismissed with her moan. The connection between the suit and her now was a bit simpler, and not as elegant as when she still had her silicone arms and legs. It was still her punishment for causing him so much trouble, and for having forced him out in the field. Reikan leaned back to look at her interaction with Darang, and he almost choked on his own laughter when he saw the animalistic wrinkles of rage on her still human face in her otherwise cybernetic frame. Darang didn't know that he was digging his own grave, though, maybe he should have, given he was also dealing in the commerce of addictive substances. He should have recognized her expression.

Darang was still smug, and having a good night. He didn't even hear the triggering word that ushered in his death. His eyes were slow to widen even after he was impaled. First by the blade, and then the entirety of her robotic hand. He was breathless, looking down, head trembling when his fingers curled around the damage. He choked when she sawed downward. But no words, just blood, came tumbling off his tongue and out his quivering lips.

Reikan had stood up in that moment, his cock barley swinging because of its perfect hardness, when she'd stuck the enemy. He watched, jaw dropped, in awe when she commenced with her mayhem. She had gone through flames to avoid hurting others, to safeguard this last part of herself that she thought she was entitled to. And here she was, annihilating a man for the contents of his body. Soon Darang was just arms and legs and a head, by how her industrial, tactical appendages had demolished his torso in her search. Reikan came up behind her, and put his hand on her shoulder. Something would happen with the suit when it recognized him, and its motions in his direction would be smoother, more conscious of not hitting him if she was too frenzied.

"That's quite alright now, Amali." he said and then took a step back. "Obviously the pills were just sugar. They're long gone by now. But look at what you've done." he gestured to the once-person she had created out of a living being that had cost her so much agony to protect. "Now, wouldn't it be foolish not to continue doing this when I want it from you?" he asked the killer robot under him. "But, I suppose you've earned some rewards." he said. And while it wasn't direct control, when he moved to her back, and pushed her, the suit reacted to him, its protocol not to hurt him following in his pressure. Soon she was posed with her face down in the muck she'd made of Darang, and with her ass up.

Reikan didn't waste any time inserting in her served-up ass. It was still human, after all, and so was the saliva lubrication she'd given him. His length could plunge in fully, and with his hand on her steady, meatal hips, she was like a real fleshlight, framed in tactical armor. He started pushing into her immediately.
 
The addiction had taken over Amali’s body when she had stabbed Darang in the stomach and ruthlessly sawed at his torso. As she opened him up, her other hand moved to begin to dig within his torso, pulling organs and flesh apart in a desperate search for the cum she needed to survive in that very moment. When he collapsed onto the floor in a pool of his own blood, growing every passing second as her face was contorted into a desperation that had trumped any other thought in her mind. His blood coated the machine arms and sprayed up in streams over her face as she searched for the pills that Reikan had implanted into her mind, telling her that they were full of the cum she needed.

Suddenly, a hand moved onto her shoulder and Amali turned around, the robotic suit slowing her down, forcing her to move slower before he revealed to her that the pills were a sham. They were nothing but sugar. A look of brutal realization crossed her still human features, her eyes widening just as she tasted the metallic taste of Darang’s blood. Looking down, her eyes widened at the sight of her bloodied hands. Her eyes widened and she turned back towards the man she had disemboweled, his torso nothing but a mass of flesh of gore while his face stared up at the ceiling in a permanent expression of fear and pain.

Her breath began to come quickly, the panic setting in at what she had just done while Amali’s eyes widened in horror. She lifted the hands from the suit, blood still dripping from the blade sticking out from one as tears bit at the corners of her eyes, salty streams of water running down over her cheeks. Her lip quivered as her captor’s voice moved down over her ear, his hot breath running over what was left of her human flesh as he mocked her for doing it and that she would be foolish to not continue if he ordered it. She was a murderer and she couldn’t escape that anymore.

But Amali wasn’t given any time to process the horror before he pushed her back, sending the suit forward and forcing her to bend over at the waist with her ass up in the air and exposed to him. Her face was pressed down into the large pool of blood on the floor and her hands were propped up next to her head, keeping her there as the control was once again taken from her. Amali then felt him push into her abused ass. Crying out in pain and pleasure, she was forced to take his length in one fell swoop as he invaded her ass, sending wave after wave of pleasure and pain up through her robotic body, smearing her cheek along the slick red liquid staining the floor.
 
She had such gusto when she wanted something. There was a detachment from the act, she was only focused on the goal. But she was viciously effective because the suit gave her that power. Her hesitance had not made sense to him, from the beginning. He had made her fully capable of doing his bidding. She didn't owe humanity anything, let alone scum like Darang. With that power suit she was powerful enough to have a lot of his cum. He'd given her the ability to get what she wanted. And still she'd held on to whatever flawed nothing that ultimately kept her hungry.

When he got to give her a revelation, dubbing her a murderer and injecting that truth into her still-human brain, she unfolded beautifully. She was everything he'd designed her to be, which was just his. She belonged to him, and she pleased him, even with her agony. He had taken something from her that didn't pertain to her flesh, or her new limbs. She had wanted her useless morality for herself, selfishly guarding it at great pain. Another lesson she'd learned, now. How lovely it was to watch the desperation vacate the fervency with which she'd carved Darang out. He watched as her heart shattered under him, when her wide eyes and knife hand spelled out a new reality that she was drowning in. She still had such human reactions, and it looked perfect while she was nestled with all this physical technology. A holy moment to her. He got to see it from a god's perspective. Her hands were drenched in blood, yes.

And now, when he'd brought her low, he shoved her over in the lake of life that had once belonged to Darang. The life she had protect with so much of her own suffering, cooling on a cheap floor. Her ass was ready for him, despite what she might think. He grunted when he finally got to enter her, and it was only his practiced cocksmanship that kept him from seeding her right away. The noises she made were a disgusting blend of elation and suffering. He'd not heard a human woman, or anyone, sing that way. Nobody had felt what Amali felt right now. Her sounds were rippling Darang's blood, spilled by her violence. Reikan swiped the panel inside his pocket to give her back a little control of her limbs to see what she'd do.

But he didn't wait for her. He reached to grab the back of the collar, where her suit let out her neck. It was a perfect handle to lift her by. His other hand put pressure on her hip and ass, to keep her in place while he raised her torso. He fucked her furiously in the ass, his hips connecting to her asscheeks, still protected by the suit, violently. He was sure she wouldn't object. He had done much worse to her. In fact, this was all she wanted, wasn't it? She just needed his seed. He didn't even have to make her say it, not with her blood painted lips, not when she was making those noises for him already. He wanted to know how compliant she'd be.

He let go of her ass to swipe at the panel again, to give her more freedom, but ended up uncoupling her from the suit. He almost fell forward, but was warned by the hissing of the locking vacuum, and the turn of the spears inside her. He managed to shift his weight back and catch her by her waist as the armor fell off her, leaving her in her earlier state, as a torso and a head. He grunted at the practical new formation, and stood up, cock still inside her. "I guess you can't do anything for me now." he said as though he'd discard her, though his cock was pulsating in her ass.
 
Amali’s tears mixed with the thick blood of the floor as her expression was a mangled mess of pain, horror and pleasure as her captor took what he wanted from her with little regard. The tableau was a lesson in contrasts. A robot with a human head, crying salty tears while being forced to taste the iron rich blood of a man that she had murdered for nothing more than sugar pills being impaled by a man with a sadistic grin across his face. His joy cut through her despair with each passing second as her screams of pain and gasps of pleasure rippled the thick red liquid that had spread across the floor. While Reikan took her body, Amali struggled to maintain control of her mind, her brokenness coming to the forefront as he docked within her ass, filling her puckered hole completely.

Suddenly, a buzzing sound emitted from the black coated arms and Amali found herself able to move them. Her fingers twitched slightly but she wasn’t given any time to do anything else before the collar of the suit was yanked upwards, pressing painfully against the front of her throat, choking her as her head was yanked up from the blood soaked floor, the side of her face coated and dripping with the remains of the insides of Darang. Her arms flailed helplessly as he pulled her up to bend at the waist. Her moans and cries of pain and pleasure were reduced to desperate gurgles and gasps as she struggled to get a full breath while he thrust violently into her body. Her nerves ignited while her eyes widened in pain as he furiously plowed into her, his hips smacking the armoured ass that seemed to open for him with each movement. Tears streamed down Amali’s cheeks as he mercilessly fucked her over and over again.

Suddenly, a hiss and several clicks echoed throughout the room as a surge of agony coursed through Amali’s spine. Reikan yanked her up further, her back nearly parallel with his stomach before the suit released, falling to the floor with a loud thud and leaving Amali with nothing but a silicone torso topped with a human head. She was violently reminded of what her captor had done to her and how little control she had as he shifted, his cock moving inside of her tortured ass while the translucent silicone emphasized how deep he was within her body.

Her body was pulled upwards as he stood up straight, holding her back against him as he mocked her lack of limbs. Amali groaned in despair and need as her head shifted backwards. “Please, I need cum,” she begged him, her voice barely above a whisper as her mind cracked, shattering beneath the weight of her addiction. An addiction that had driven her to kill.
 
Her face was exactly what he wanted. It's why he had let her keep it. He'd been known to stare into peoples features when he dispatched of them. The emotions they could express where far more worth to him, far more wonderous, than the people themselves. He would not have considered her human, if he'd not had her keep her face. And now all those very human muscles pulled and swelled and drew in a perfect display of what he'd done to her. What he was doing to her right now. He lanced her deeper to have her suck up more of Darang's blood. Reikan grunted at the difficult pleasure her asshole gave him. He had already tried it out before, but on any person, it was his favorite hole. She didn't hate it either, it seemed, by the whorish noises she made among the other, more understandable ones. He had made her this way, but he still judged her for liking it so much up her backdoor. It was false inward accusation of her, but he got to think whatever he wanted about his cyborg.

He laughed sadistically when she choked on the hard collar of her suit. He looked at her waving arms and would forever know she wasn't using them to stop him. She may be confused, or not even know, or afraid of him to the point where she wouldn't try. But he would see it as her wanting this treatment. It wouldn't be the first time she showed propensity for breath play. She was ceaselessly giving her agony and her rapture in conflict. He had chosen right with Amali, she had such capacity for suffering. His cock pulsated to congratulate her for being perfect for her fate, and his cock.

And as he shifted her again, and the suit fell off, and with it her arms and legs, she was forced to see herself as she was. He wondered what she'd want, when all other options had been taken from her. She could still speak with her blood smeared lips. He cackled when he heard her plea. "Oh yeah?" he asked and moved them, cock firmly inserted in her ass. He sat down on the chair and sunk her all the way to the base of his shaft, and then bounced her a few times, shallow. "Will any cum do? I am sure if I let you worm your way to Darang's cock, you could dig some out of his sack with your teeth." he teased.

And then he turned her, and gargled quietly at the sensation of her asshole twisting around his cock. Eventually she was facing him. "You're nothing more than a fleshlight now, and my cum's a commodity that can buy me a lot more than your worthless satisfaction." he said and then held her waist, and slowly pulled her up like he'd throw her away. When the bulb at the end of his dick was pulling at her sensitive anus, he stopped, letting her balance between stretched and being without. He let her stay in that uncertainty for a moment before he ruthlessly slammed her down into his lap again.

"You're too stupid to understand this is your life now, so maybe I'll just have them redesign you right now. I need a new urinal." he said and kept her there, grinding her down to keep simulating his cock, but keep himself from cumming.
 
Amali could do nothing as her captor laughed at her begging for his cum to satiate the overwhelming need that coursed through her limbless body. The silicone shifted and swelled around his cock as he penetrated her, impaling her ass on his swollen manhood and pressing her back up against him. Darang’s blood was rapidly drying on her face, giving her a strange half bloodied visage that betrayed her addiction as he walked across the room before sitting back down in the simple chair where she had been placed before he had arrived. He then lowered her down onto his length as Amali groaned in a mixture of pain and pleasure. When he began to bounce her torso on his cock, her silicone breasts bounced as her head bobbed back and forth while another moan of pleasure and pain echoed in the room. “NNngghghhh, no.” she protested his question, “I need…..yours…..” her voice was cracking, her mind breaking beneath his torture.

Groaning, Amali’s head shifted back as he turned her around on his cock, his swollen member stretching her ass painfully as he insulted her as nothing more than a sex toy for him to play with. Amali’s face contorted as he lifted her up, pulling her ass up to stretch around the tip of his cock before leaving her there for a moment. Amali’s mouth hung open, her blood stained face twisted into a mixture of brutal agony and euphoric pleasure while her eyes rolled back up into her head for a moment, the stretching agonizing before he slammed her back down to the base of his cock. Amali screeched in agony as her shoulders twisted slightly, the only movement she could muster without arms or legs as he contemplated what he would do to her.

“No, please,” she begged him, “Please. I’ll be good, I promise. Please.” Her pleading was partly to avoid the brutal torture he would subject her to if he made her a urinal and partly because her body desperately needed his cum. Her entire mind swam as she struggled with her own reality shattering around her. She was not human anymore. She had no control over her life or her needs. Her mind shattered beneath the weight of the realization as she begged to submit to her captor. To allow him to do whatever he wished with her silicone body, her mind bending to his will. Her begging was interjected with desperate moans and groans of pleasure and pain as he ground her legless hips against his cock, forcing his swollen tip to spread her ass open further for him, almost as if he was trying to tear her apart from the inside out.
 
The flesh replacement on her body looked good. It had been one of his favorite details. Around his cock it performed well, and her digestive system was intact, which meant her asshole and intestines were perfectly functioning, even though encased in silicone and framed by metal and littered with batteries. He always tested how much she could take. He hadn't allowed her to be as durable as one of the warbots that he sold. It would have been easy to put her in an indestructible shell. But what good was that then? He had well-built mercenaries. She needed to be something more. And right now, without her limbs, she was. Because the emotions he had forced her to have, forced her to keep, were alive and well, flaring up with his cock and their invented addiction in her. He laughed as he carried her, and she went on with her wishes. They were effective on him, because he wanted to feed her. He just needed her to want it more, to beg for it. She was far from the human he had picked up, when she had tried to steal from him.

Her punishment for that night was monumental. He lamented on it as her very human ass sucked on his cock as he sat there, full control over her life, as she remained helpless on him. A beautiful object now, hugging his dick like she'd die without it. She was so pretty, grimacing for his handling, and him gouging out her ass in the motions he forced. Was she unhappy with the feeling of him pulling at her asshole, or the threat of him popping out of her? He was sure Matthew could have given some answer looking at the software, but Reikan liked guessing on her human tells, alone. The more Amali became an exact science, the more he wanted to debase her for her human sides. Humans are most themselves in misery, and Amelia was truly showing him who she was, now. His cock was thriving inside her dirty place.

He was amazed at how much she could still express without arms or legs. Her macabre, painted face the very promise that she'd done what he'd asked for, at last. That mouth open, her eyes gone when he sunk her on him. What a disaster she was, and what a piece of art, too. He chuckled, impressed at her still moving shoulders. She was as she should be now. And that was for the best. He was the one doing it for her. She was asking him for the favor. Her promise felt as sincere as anyone's when they were at the brink. Some people honored it, though. But some simply just showed him why they had gotten in this predicament to start. Repeat offenders. But he'd always given out loans because it amused him. Bet on poor paydays because he liked punishing those who were late, or take more from them.

Amali might be different because she had to. Her function was different than a father who had to sell his daughters and wife. He bounced her frantically, suddenly. She had not entirely saved herself from a fate as the bowl he pissed in, but she could get her addiction's worth, for now. He looked at her, studied her, when he came, violently, to fill her stomach with the cum she wanted. While her system was still human, the chemicals that governed it craved what she craved because he'd tampered with it. She'd be very hormonally happy about the load he delivered. Her silicone would light up around it. He felt that familiar rush and ripping of getting to seed her.

And then, when he had drank up her bloody-faced, flaking performance, he'd let her soak in it for a while, that rapture of finally being content. He wasn't sure what the high would be like when she got her doze of spunk after so long. But after he found out, he pulled her off his cock, again lingering with his cockhead at the suckle of her anus before he popped out. He tucked himself in with the hand not balancing her, and then he kept her in one of his arms, with that hand in his pocket as he started walking out, stepping over the dead Darang on his way. It would be a quiet walk, with his leather soles making rhythm against the floor as she hung there in his hold.

A quick ride would take her back to the facility where she'd been born as what she was now, and a corridor made out of tarp lead them inside to a vat where another set of silicone limbs were being grown. Without the metal inserts for bones they looked just like jelly, but fingers and toes would be discernable. "Look. Good news, right?" he asked as he held her up to see. But then he turned her to sparks and noise of what was happening next to it, a decidedly more hardware route of another possible path for her. Tile and metal. "Or maybe we should go with this?"
 
Amali did what he wanted, begging for his release into her tortured puckered hole. There was nothing she could do to resist his invasion, the brutal stretching of her asshole around his cock while he sat back, staring and laughing at the pained and tortured expressions that stretched over her features. Her silicone muscles clenched around her asshole, pulling him deeper into her body as she craved his release, even though she was in excruciating pain. Every movement of his swollen member in her tortured hole sending a wave of pain which was quickly mixed with pleasure, the two sensations completely indistinguishable from each other.

Her words were punctuated with a trembling desperation as the need overcame any rational thought in her still human mind. However, she couldn’t do anything to force his movement, to push him to explode within her tortured, glowing core until suddenly he bounced his knees, forcing her hips to jump on his cock, pulling his swollen manhood out and then slamming it back into her ass, stretching her painfully open as her head leaned back and a cry of pain echoed throughout the room. After a few bounces, she received what she craved as Reikan exploded within her. Immediately, Amali’s eyes rolled back into her head, what was left of her body contracting to milk as much of the life giving seed from his throbbing cock.

Her moans changed from frantic desperation to satiated pleasure while her silicone lit up like a christmas tree, glowing and displaying the reach of the sticky fluid that coating her intestines and ass before dripping out of her while her lips twitched and the hint of a satisfied smile stretched over her blood stained face. Her breath came in short desperate gasps, her silicone chest heaving as she revelled in the release of her fix, satiating her need and sending her into the throes of a high she hadn’t experienced yet. The Euphoria blurred her vision and clouded her thoughts, her body wanting nothing more than the release of more of his seed as her torso sat impaled, his softening cock still stretching her ass painfully open.

She groaned in discomfort as he lifted her up off his cock, the release leaving her asshole gaping wide open while the remnants of his cum dripped from her before he leaned her off to the side of his body while he tucked his softened member back into his pants. Suddenly, his hand wrapped around her waist, lifting her up as he stood up, forcing her head forward so she could only see the floor before he began walking out of the room, stepping over the disemboweled man which served as a stark reminder of what Amali had done, giving her one final look at the depths of her despair before they left the room of her imprisonment.

He walked out of the warehouse and into a waiting car, still keeping Amali’s vision firmly planted on the ground as the car executed a quick five minute ride, pulling up in front of the facility where Amali had met her unfortunate fate. She was then carried into the facility and through a plastic encased corridor before emerging out in a small room with a glass tube filled with the same greenish-blue fluid that had encapsulated her body mere hours before. However, inside the tube were gelatinous, rainbow silicone forms that resembled arms and legs, the toes and fingers discernible at the end of them. Amali’s breath quickened with excitement at the thought of being given back her limbs.

However, her excitement was quickly dashed as he turned her towards the side of the tube, revealing the sparks of a welding gun working on a display of tile and metal. Amali shook her head, her voice murmuring, begging him to spare her the fate of the urinal he had threatened.

“Please, please,” she pleaded with him, “Please let me have arms and legs.”
 
He enjoyed her pain as always. She was so raw, all the time. That's what he loved about her. She never had the silly idea of simply just giving up. No. She was a fresh batch of emotions and feelings for him, all the time. She felt the agony of being unwillingly fucked in the ass while at the same time overwhelmed by the pleasure of it. Never at ease, and always needing more. So he gave it to her while she was a fixture in his lap. His long cock disappeared into her when he slammed her down. She became possessed when he shot into her furiously. Her addicted body always pulled more at his sperm reserves than others. What a generous cock he had. Drowned her dirty spaces with his welling seed. And she almost died from it, by how she behaved.

She got her fix, and it scrambled her brains. Dumb and perfect, her face relaxed like she was experiencing something holy. Her dignity was gone, as ever. It was unseemly, especially with Darang's blood still on her. But she'd always be an abomination. By how she carried herself there, drinking up his cum with her ass and delving into the stupor she'd been begging for, she did make him feel like a deity. This was all she ever would need. Him fucking her and giving her the leftovers. And she'd be grateful for it. She was gone for a while, drowned in the clouds of endorphins that the ordeal flooded her with. The uptake from her intestinal walls would be effective, given how they'd designed her, chemically. Amali didn't mind bartering with her tattered dignity, as long as she got her stomach filled.

Her pretty ass was gasping when he popped her off him. He could see into her fully as he fiddled with his own fliers, and the familiar labor of pushing the fat dick back in place. Her insides were still entirely human, though now brimming with his seed. She should be happy. This part of her was the most herself. How inflamed the pucker around it looked. It dripped, of course, drooled, leaving valuable cum behind when he took her along. Who really was the salve here? He'd fucked her good, impregnated her stomach on her request, and now he was lugging her all the way to the next part of her life. Though Reikan was very satisfied as well, in a chipper mood from having been milked, and having it exactly as he wanted it, seeing as he'd used her as nothing more than masturbatory aid.

She was so relieved at seeing the limbs they were growing for her. They had an entire botanical garden of cylinders that hosted different possible parts for her. Even cell-based replacements used in higher ends rejuvenation. Though, what would be the point to make her almost human again, when they had fought so hard to make her an object? It was a big contrast to what their most basic metal workers were making to the side. Her horror was delicious to him. He shook her in the direction of the toilet-setup when she protested. "What? Isn't that a bit rude?" he asked and took her toward the floorspace allotted to her latest thought-up iteration.

The 'equipment' was a chair that would pose her with her pelvic a bit at an angle forward. The design had fanning tile around the mold where she would be set, complete already with connecting spears lined up to receive her spine. Her face would be the center of the parabolic halo of tile for her face, and it'd be funneled down into her posed pelvic region. It was obvious the user would be able to spray her face if they wanted, and that it'd drain in, or over, her pussy. It reminded more of a piss-altar than a conventional urinal, but it was clear what the use was. "Look how much time and effort they've put in for you. The design team worked long and hard on several concepts. Are you sure you want the limbs? The limbs come with a lot of responsibilities. Maybe your mental capacity is more fitted to just be there, serving?"
 
Amali was horrified at the sight of the metal and tile contraption that was obviously meant for her. The all too familiar spears situated in a straight line was enough for the poor girl to deduce it’s intention to trap her within it. Her head moved back towards the limbs that were only half completed, the organic silicone still soft and malleable and the fingers and toes barely formed. However, her captor seemed to revel in her despair as he chastised her for being ‘rude’ about her reaction to the primitive contraption situated metres away.

However, there was nothing she could do to stop him as he began to slowly cross the floor, the tubes containing the plethora of parts that Amali could only assume were for her becoming further and further away as he carried her closer and closer to the torture device that men were working on as sparks flew out of the metal frame.

The ‘throne’-like contraption was obviously made to appear like an ornate urinal and the chair within was obviously created for a human, or humanoid to be seated within it. The chair was leaned back slightly which would push her pelvis forward, exposing it to any liquid that flowed down towards the gridded drain beneath it. Amali’s expression gave away the disgust she felt at being used in such a way, without any way to fight it. Turning her head back towards the limbs that were floating in the thick gel, she motioned back towards it, her voice shaking slightly.

“I want the limbs,” she begged Reikan, her voice cracking as she debased herself, unable to fight him as he treated her like a petulent child, “Please.” In that moment, Amali’s fight was all but gone. Without her arms and legs, she was nothing. Just a toy to be played with and then thrown away and the thought of being trapped in the urinal throne device only made her torso shudder with despair and disgust.
 
He could feel her dread. He was holding her. Her tensions and the shift of the meager weight she still had was easy to read. It was visible in her face too, very well presented since it was the only human thing on her provided head. He let her have an eyeful. He was always putting such an unholy amount of money into this experience for her. The data they'd gotten so far was worth alot, but it was just intellectual property right now. They hadn't really struck any real coin out of it, yet. He supposed he liked the decadence of a having a fucktoy that breached the border between object and human.

He felt her intentions toward the limbs. She had been appalled when she woke up with them the first time. Now she was desperate for them. His fingers dug into her waist when he relished in that change of things. He smiled and shook his head. "Oh no. I think we decided this urinal, right?" he said and walked a little brisker to make things more dire for her. He easily held her out while sparks flew a little closer to them. As soon as the welder realized their boss was there, he immediately stopped, and put his tools down. Out of nowhere, Matthew popped up and initially had his hands behind his back, bending forward slightly beside her, to also look at the throne.

"We have similar models for the girls who are paying off large debts." he said then came forward, to touch the porcelain halo that would surround her head once she was set into the object. "But those are just that, enamel and rearranged flushing pipes. In reality, it isn't viable to have humans like that for an extended length of time." he said and then gestured toward the girl Reikan was holding. "But this could be sustainable. Imagine the sales!" Matthew said and ran his fingers over the tips of the row of spears that'd fit into her spine when she was put in the contraption, currently gaping for her.

Reikan turned her around and wrapped his arm around her like she was indeed his child. His free hand touched her nose tenderly, playfully, as he looked at her blood smeared, fearful face. "Wouldn't you love that, Amali?" he asked and then dropped her, but caught her with both hands before she could hit the floor, just under where her arms would have been, if she hadn't been such a bitch about killing for him. "A toilet girl!" he cheered as he tossed her high. Her weight was a bit off, so she'd spin awkwardly in the air. But he still caught her again, redistributing her kinetic energy by pivoting. "Whoops." he added.

"You know." he started as he got closer to the chair. "We were considering this part of your journey when we started out with you. Part of what you need in my cum can also be provided in my piss." he told her. "Isn't it generous of me that you'd be able to get a steadier diet now? I mean, a man's got needs, and now I'll need you regularly." his voice was chipper and asinine. Her entire life was absurd now. He turned her so she could look at the limbs. "Who even needs those? You've got this." another turn, to the urinal. "It'll be part of your pennance, but also, I think you might enjoy it. Maybe by the end you'll ask to be my piss brick forever!" It made Matthew laugh.
 
Amali’s silicone chest tightened as the battery forced her panic to subside with the batteries attached to her lungs and heart. Though her human brain was panicking, her body, or what was left of it, was still very calm in the face of being forced to act as a urinal. However, what she wanted wasn’t on the table and she had no choice, or even the option to resist Reikan. That much was woefully apparent as he moved her out from beneath his arm and held her out towards the shower of white sparks that were flying out from the side of the tiled prison that reached out towards her like some disembodied hand.

Amali turned her head away from the dangerous hot shower, her eyes shutting tightly before the hissing stopped abruptly. Only when the noise was completely gone did she open her eyes again just as the horrible scientist showed up again. The architect of Amali’s torture spoke like she was nothing more than a commodity, a sales pitch for an object they had created. She was nothing more than an experiment, a product to be sold. Amali’s mind swam as he began to describe other women being forced into the same type of torture device however, his words about her being trapped in it for a longer term sent an artificial shudder down Amali’s ported spine.

However, Amali’s torture was far from over as her captor turned her around, forcing her gaze to meet his, the silicone filling the ports around her head sticking out in uneven globs while his hand moved to her nose. Amali tried to turn away from him, her jaw clenching tightly as he spoke as if she wanted to be trapped as a urinal. Suddenly, her defiance was replaced with fear as her body was dropped. Her eyes widened and her mouth opened into a silent scream that was abruptly cut off when he caught her just before her gaping ass and womanhood would have hit the floor. He declared her new position to be ‘toilet girl’ before abruptly tossing her limbless body into the air. Amali cried out in fear as her body spun in the air, her eyes terrified as he caught her in his arms again. Unable to get away from him, she could do nothing but stare at the urinal that was fixing to be her new home as he took a few steps closer, the pistons reaching out towards her silicone body as tears bit at the corners of her eyes. Shaking her head, she pressed her lips together, her desperation evident as he denied her the gelantinous limbs being formed in the life giving fluid as she was faced with the absurd punishment, her head forced to look between the two while the men laughed at her torture. Amali shook her head again, desperately pleading with Reikan as he stepped closer to the tile contraption.

“Please, don’t do this. I beg of you.”
 
Reikan was all too amused with what this was doing to her. He liked her in this formation. It was a good toy size. She was obviously appalled by how they spoke of her and he liked that she still had dignity to steal, though it was mostly just fear of what was to come. She didn't like the way Matthew went on about her. But her considerably calm disposition was ruined when he spun her. He let her think on what would happen next before he executed it. It may even look like affection, the way he celebrated her. Oh, she had such beautiful dread in her open mouth when it happened. His gift that kept on giving. The never ending vat of torture. She never learned anything.

And then he saw her in the air, and her scream was wonderful. He stared at her when she went in circles after the toss. He thought he saw her eyes within that rolling, but it didn't matter. She was a beautiful, faulty projectile that he'd sent. And gravity brought her back to him. He let it sink in and she spilled all her desperation. He was glad that she'd tried to escape, he supposed. It seemed to have taught her more about her own situation, and his own power. She wasn't loyal, sure, that was a bust, but she was the next best thing, which was scared deeply. He had a lot of relationships like that, and they tended to be almost as fruitful, though not as fulfilling. He was going to see to that she'd be both, by the end of this.

"Why not? Because you want those?" he asked and turned her toward the limbs again. She didn't know they weren't the only ones. She could be walking and dancing and playing darts in an hour if he wanted it. "You have to deserve those, dear." he said and turned her to look directly at him. He lowered her into the bowl-throne they'd made for her, back first. She did not insert her into it, though. It was just to measure her proportions against it, and perhaps get a mental image how she'd look with a tile halo. "You'd be in my office, of course. Or in the city apartment I live. I know living together can be a big step this early in our relationship, but I think we're strong enough to make it." He chuckled to himself and when he looked at Matthew, he laughed too.

"And, like I said. I'll feed you often. Don't you want that? Don't you want a way to get back into my good graces?" he smiled as though he was waiting for her to answer, but before she could, he pulled her closer and shoved his face forward almost colliding with hers. "BECAUSE YOU DISAPPOINTED ME!" spittle on her face from his outburst. There were animalistic wrinkles on his face from the returning anger. He had not forgotten. Not even after his very thorough revenge. He shook her violently and her head, sans its crown, replaced with uneven filling material, hit the bowl. When her world stabilized she'd realize she was being lowered into the metal and tile contraption.

"Sir, those connective spears don't do anything yet. They might just disrupt her." Matthew said. Reikan looked into her eyes when he spoke.

"Don't care."

And then her world turned dark.

When she woke up she'd see black tile all around. She was facing a large window of their city, from a high viewpoint. Tile blocks lined her head but didn't touch it, and indeed, the tile halo was around her. She had been inserted into the chair. It was white when the rest of the bathroom was dark. Despite the lack of lighting, the city lights gave her means to see, and if she switched to functions now built into her eyes, she'd see well even in the dark.

Soon there was a ruckus outside, and the bathroom door blew open. The light switch that was punched as Reikan staggered in flooded the space in light just as he fell face down on the rug in front of her, that led to a luxurious jacuzzi. He turned to her with his face still mashed to the fine fibers. His unfocused eyes suggested alcohol. "Oh yeah. You're here now. They said you might be getting online tomorrow. Hah. Guess you're early." he muttered and got up on his knees. "You look good like that. 'mali." he gave. "Gosh, you must be starving. You've been out for like two days." he muttered and hooked fingers into the bowl that surrounded her cunt to help him stand up. Of course he was whipping out his giant cock. "Lemma give you something to eat. I think I had steak. Is that alright?" he laughed to himself.
 
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