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“Ms Alexandra Fujimara? I’m Dawn, I’ll be your technician today. Welcome back ma’am, did you have a good flight?” The blond technician led Alex through the doors herself. As a high spec unit she required a more personal service and, as a returning, if not frequent, customer could expect to be treated civilly, at least while online. Through the double sliding doors, a contamination lock Alex assumed, the scene was very different. Clean bare white walls framed a scene somewhere between a factory and a strip joint to her excited eyes. Benches and machinery were everywhere. A dozen shiny little robots cruised the aisles bearing limbs, electronics, batteries, tools and, in the far corner, Jane. The work surfaces held androids, twenty at least. Some were intact as far as could be seen, others little more than metal and plastic skeletons holding electronic spiders-webs of dazzling complexity; some powered down with blank eyes and still faces, others online, acting normally or otherwise. Alex could see some struggling against their physical and programmed restraints, writhing limbs and silently working jaws; others malfunctioned in their dismantled state, spouting rubbish or endless conversation loops. Ushered into one of many small alcoves Alex watched the scene as she undressed and hung her clothes neatly on the hooks provided. The blond technician waited patiently beside her, neither woman feeling the need for privacy or embarrassment despite the clear eroticism of their surroundings. At the workbench nearest to them a pretty brunette masturbated furiously. Her eyes drawn to this shuddering display only a few feet away Alex watched as the woman lay on her back on the polished steel, one hand crushing and rolling her full white breasts to her chest as she rubbed furiously between her legs. “John, oh John fuck me… Oh God yes, fuck me John…” As she arched her back Alex could see that below her breasts all the way down to the tuft of soft pubic hair, the other woman was naked open machinery. As she moved little servos twitched and spun back and forth inside her open body, larger actuators shifting to adjust her metal spine, clearly seen through the tangle of wiring. Several cable bundles rose from her open body to an interface armature hanging over her, she shoved these impatiently aside in her lust to caress those parts of her body still able to appreciate the touch, stroking her thighs and arms and face and back to her bouncing breasts. A fine plastic arm darted out from the cluster of technical apparatus hanging over her to tweak some component deep in her belly. She twitched violently then resumed her pleasure with new vigour, her cries unintelligible. A few seconds more and the arm darted back, with a sigh the lady sank back to the bench, legs sliding gently apart and her arm slipping down from her chest to stick up awkwardly by her side, she stared up and was still. A printer chattered above her spewing some technical report as another larger arm moved down to remove components with robotic speed and precision. BA - Sisterhood
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