Reploid Reconstruction

Jenny takes a long and heavy sigh. She wipes her brow, trying to brush away the collecting droplets of sweat. Her hands are stained with grease and she holds a wrench. A car part lays on her work top, finally restored. She had been doing some work on it, and just finished tightening the exterior panels back on.

Jenny loves her work as a mechanic. It is fulfilling and satisfying. But she does find herself longing for something more. She has fixed more than a hundred faulty engines. Even the most dedicated would find the repetition exhausting. And she can’t deny that when she took this job, she hoped for some more complicated jobs. What hse really wanted to do was work with reploids. She had spent so long learning how to do electrical engineering but mostly works with gas powered car parts. She puts her hands on her hips and looks at the engine in front of her. She is wearing a white tank top, made out of a pretty thin material. She has a sports bra underneath for the best support. She has dark blue jeans on and a pair of ragged sneakers to complete the look. It isn’t anything pretty but it's perfect for her work. She wouldn’t want to ruin any of her nice clothes with the oil stains and sweat she is covered in at the end of a long day.

She works in a small isolated warehouse. It is an odd situation, but it works best for her. She gets shipped broken materials and sends them back each week fixed. All the details are always shared with her over email, so she keeps a tight inventory to make sure nothing gets lost or shipping goes awry. She keeps a messy board of notes that she prints out and keeps on her wall. She always has a system, and it might seem like madness to others, it is what feels most comfortable for her. She begins to carefully package the part. First pulling on her large roll of bubble wrap and layering the part in it. She uses tape to seal it shut, then places it in one of her hundreds of cardboard boxes. They are all laid flat in two large towers near the corner of her workshop. She fills the rest of the space in the box with scrunched up packing paper then seals that up to. She tapes the relevant shipping info to the front with the matching product ID.

Now she takes it outside. There is a shipping container type of thing that is kept under lock and key. She fills it slowly and it is taken away weekly, replaced with a new empty one. But when she steps out of the door, she stops in her tracks. There is a second shipping container. One next to the usual one. It can’t be that it arrived early, it literally never has before in her years of working here. She decides to just put the box away first before investigating further. So she fiddles with her keys for a moment to unlock the usual container and stack the box carefully into the mess. Once locked back up, Jenny turns her attention onto the dark gray metal container next to her. She wanders up to it and sees it uses the same lock as her one. Maybe it was just an early shipment or something like that. So she slides the key into the opening and after a small struggle with the slightly rusted metal, it opens. It is filled almost completely with broken down reploid bodies. Some completely in pieces, others largely intact with some minor surface damage.

Jenny is absolutely shocked. Usually reploid bodies are sent to specific facilities. After all, that's the main reason almost none have turned up in her shop despite having such glowing reviews. The official facilities are trusted far more and are well equipped for repairs. Jenny pokes her head out of the door to check the street. It is completely empty. She takes a large gulp. She grabs the nearest bot with all parts connected and picks it up. A couple that were stacked on top of her fall down, making a lot of noise. She winces and checks again to find the street just as silent as before. She carries the body back in doors, then quickly locks the container back up.

She rushes back into her warehouse and shuts the door. She is panting, feeling a rush of adrenaline. There is no way this was intended. This container ended up here by accident for some reason. She shouldn’t have access to it. But she refuses to pass up this golden opportunity to finally do what she has dreamed of for years. She looks down at the robot. She quickly propped her up against the wall so it was sitting. She has incredibly long pink and blue hair. A tight black bodysuit with pink highlights hugs her artificial body. It’s cut and torn. A large rip exposes one of her breasts. The artificial pinkish nipple looked relatively undamaged. Gold armor like pieces are attached to her wrists. The one on the right has a large crack down the center. The left one only has a few scratches. And she has large white boots on with gold rims that match her arm parts.

She gazes at the bot with absolute delight. She looks more than alright on the outside. So she will have to start getting to her insides to see the problem. Not to mention until further notice she has a large amount of spare parts all piled up on top of each other if anything needs replacing.

She gets up close to the reploid and leans her forward a bit. She looks at the back of its neck, brushing its thick hair aside. There is a small piece of metal where its serial code is engraved. She takes note of the long string of numbers and gives it a search on her phone.

“Eratoeir… What a lovely name.” Jenny says to herself. There is some superfluous information on the model but little of it is very relevant. Jenny shuts her phone off and begins to drag the body over to her workbench. She lays the bot out flat. Reploids are largely built from a layer of artificial skin. Not exactly something she can just drill into. She is not going to grab a scalpel and start working like a surgeon either. Luckily they usually have panels of metal along the sides or hidden by their clothes which can open up on hinges. She begins to use her hand to feel out the robot, and sure enough she finds it. A thin stripe of metal along the either side of her body. In order to get access to it, she will have to strip the robot. The bodysuit looks pretty complicated, and it is already partly in tatters. So Jenny grabs a pair of scissors and slices right through. Stripping the material off of her. The reploid lays naked on the table. Her absolutely curvy figure is on full display. Jenny can’t help but feel a little bashful. The naked form in front of her is pretty appealing. But she tries not to be too lecherous while working on her. Now that it is out in the open, she can see some slight indents. The body is usually opened by a program played by the reploid herself. But since her CPU is likely fried, that is not going to be an option here.

But this is a common problem when working on non-functional reploids. So they are built in with a small section that can be forced open from the outside without damaging anything. So Jenny does just that. She uses a cruder tool, simply grabbing a nearby crowbar and levering it open. It takes a bit of strength, but once she feels it budge, the rest is easy. She pulls it open, and leaves it to hang on the hinge. It remains upright at a 45 degree angle facing away from her body. Inside the dense network of electronics can be found. Jenny grins with sheer glee. She gazes at the complicated circuitry, lines of rubber insulated wires and brilliant motherboards.

At first glance she can see some issues. What seems to be her storage device is in pieces, with small shards of metal coating the nearby area. Secondly, there are tons of torn or disconnected wires. She seems surprisingly insulated, and doesn't look like anything is contaminated. So Jenny won’t have to worry about spending an hour cleaning before she can do anything. She sighs with relief. She quickly determines the best way to handle it will be to clear the bot out and rebuild her from within.

She starts taking inventory of the parts that do seem still largely functional, needing only minor tune ups. She grabs a screwdriver and begins to slowly take her apart piece by piece. She carefully lays the removed pieces next to her on a clean cloth. The junk pieces get tossed into her industrial sized rubbish tub to the side. She works diligently as she takes everything out.

Eventually the bot is basically entirely hollowed out. There are some pieces in the face that will need to be done separately, but most of her core hardware is here. She still has what looks like a functional motherboard and power supply, but the rest is basically junk. First things first, she begins testing the promising parts. She hooks them up to the requisite materials and powers them on. The easiest are the cabless, which she can just quickly test with anything that has the correct port. She grabs her old laptop, and powers it on. It’s unlikely, but it could do some damage so it's good to use something she doesn’t mind losing. About half of them work, the other half are junk. Some she has replacements for in house, and the others she excavates from some other reploids.

Once done with those she has to run some diagnostic programs on the other parts. She begins with a few disappointing misses, but her motherboard does completely work. She was worried it would be the biggest issue since it could be uniquely designed for her. She grins to herself as she works. She can’t believe she is finally doing it. Getting her hands all over these intricate mechanical pieces. Slotting things into ports, taking them apart and removing busted pieces… It is delightful.

Now finally… she can get to the absolute best part. She stares down the empty reploid. Her beautiful pink hair. Her tasteful armor. She begins plugging wires into her various outlets. She has all sorts of ports and connections inside her body that connect to different parts. She routes in the fixed up pieces, ensuring proper energy flow and connection each and every step. She brings in some new parts she couldn’t fix up from outside and begins working on those. But as time goes on everything ends up in the robot.

Jenny stands triumphantly as she looks down at the filled body. Now all that is left is working on the central processing unit in her brain. The hinge on her face is better hidden, but eventually Jenny finds it and gets it open. She is happy to find that her CPU is virtually undamaged. She needs to replace a circuit first, then just give it a cleaning. She scrubs away some of the built up rust in her metal bone structure. It is a pretty thin layer so it doesn’t take too long. Now she has plugged everything in, all that's left is to reapply the thermal paste to the CPU. She always finds this so fun, doing a different pattern each time. She decides to do a little smiley face as a signature for her first newly repaired reploid.

She shuts all of the body's hinges. She is just about done. She plugs the bot into the wall with a port in her lower back. Jenny waits with bated breath as she watches the bot. It takes about a minute before anything happens. The reploids' closed eyes twitch for a moment then open up. A beautiful pink and yellow hue glows from them and stares forward. The light of her eyes pulses in a slow repetitive manner. Jenny has read enough user manuals to know what this means. It is functional! Everything is working. This means she needs some time to charge back up to full. It will take only about half an hour, which perfectly lines up with her lunch break. So as Jenny bites into her sandwich she stares into the bot's eyes intensely.

Eventually just as Jenny begins to scroll on her phone, she hears a beep coming from the charging reploid. She jumps up from her chair and runs over. A start up sequence begins. “B-booting up. Running System32.exe” The robot says. Her voice is gentle and soothing, despite the occasional audio glitch. “Holy crap, holy crap!” Jenny mumbles to herself. The robot's fingers begin to articulate. She stumbles to her feet, accidentally pulling the cord out of the wall as she does so. “Eratoeir… O-online.” The reploid finally says. And as she does, the LEDs illuminating her eyes begin to dim until they resemble a human’s.

There is a moment of silence. Jenny feels her heart racing. “Hello…? My name is Jenny.” She hesitantly says, wanting to break the silence. “H-hello Jenny. I am Eratoeir, a reploid companion. D-d-do you require my services?” She says. Her speech is more stuttery than Jenny had expected. It might be a software problem rather than hardware, which she has little to no experience in. There is not much she can do along those lines. “What do you mean… services?” Jenny asks, curious about the reploids function. “I-i offer a range of restorative services. Reinforcement skills, H-healing programs and s-sexual relief.” She says quite simply.

“S-sexual relief?” Jenny repeats in disbelief. She didn’t realize that was a feature many reploids will have. Of course it does make sense as humanoid sexy machines that are manufactured for a number of uses. Even ones not explicitly designed for sex would have that sort of functionality.

“Sexual relief selected. Entering s-s-s-s-sexy mode.” Eratoeir responds, as her body twitches again slightly. “W-wait no I didn’t mean-” Jenny begins to protest, blushing at the subject of conversation. But before she could continue, the robot had already closed the distance between them and took Jenny in for a deep kiss. She can feel the reploids tongue push past her lips and slide into Jenny’s mouth. Her body is usually artificially heated to feel more realistic, but she hadn’t had enough time to reach the desired internal temp. So her tongue is cold and bizarre. A mechanical piece covered in a layer of fake skin and muscle that is almost convincing but just different enough to be noticeable. Though despite that sensation being slightly unpleasant, Jenny doesn’t really feel the need to push Eratoeir off of her. Feeling her soft lips against hers… The way the robot gently wraps her arm around her waist is comforting.

Eventually the robot breaks away. “You are so p-pretty.” Eratoeir says with a gentle smile. Her eyelid begins to twitch, and her voice stutters almost every sentence. But Jenny still finds it sweet. She just can’t help herself. “A-a-are you more dominant or submissive?” She then asks. Jenny thinks for a second, but considering that Eratoeir already has taken the lead, she wants to keep that going. “I-i um, I am submissive.” She admits softly, shifting her gaze to the floor out of embarrassment. She can’t believe she is just going along with this. She feels so wrapped up in the moment and is just going along with it. The robot dives back into another kiss after receiving this answer. Jenny just lets go, and enjoys herself. Once the robot ends the second kiss, she pushes the girl gently on the now empty workbench. She climbs up over on top of her. Jenny feels the weight of the reploid on her. It is carefully avoiding putting pressure on anything sensitive. But still, she is heavier than the average human, and it is noticeable. Quickly the robot begins trying to unbuckle the front of Jenny’s jeans. But her body is not fully under her own control. The mechanism that controls her motors still is slightly malfunctioning. So she fumbles with the button for a considerable amount of time.

Eventually Jenny just steps in herself and undoes her jeans. She slides it down to her thighs, revealing her pretty boring black boxer briefs. She didn’t think she was going to be getting it on with any sexy robots when she got dressed that day. The robot does manage to pull those down, and find Jenny’s slightly unkempt pussy. A bushy mess conceals her adorable privates. Of course the robot does not mind. She does not hesitate to slide her fingers along Jenny’s slit. Running along its length. Up and down.

Jenny breaks out into a loud moan. She has been far too engrossed in her work to explore her love life. And while she has some fun with herself, it is such a different experience when someone is holding her down and having their way with her. It is exciting. Jenny gazes up at the robot towering over her. She sees her beautiful figure. The robot attempts a smile but part of her facial muscles glitch in awkward ways. Her large chest dwarfing Jenny’s own.

The robot is absolutely gorgeous, top to bottom. She is the perfect thing to look at as Jenny enjoys the pleasure. She is also delighted to find that while a number of the robots core programs are failing, the script for pleasuring seems fine. Eratoeir playfully explores all there is between Jenny’s legs. At one point she leans in and bites Jenny’s ear. She can’t help but clutch onto the bot as Eratoeir whispers into her ear. “Such a good girl~” The robot purrs. Eratoeir raises back up and takes a relaxed position. Her chest’s hinge begins to come loose slightly as she gets upright. Two of her fingers deep inside of Jenny.

She pulls them out, and shows Jenny the slick substance coating her hand. 

“You are really en-en-enjoying this… huh~?” She says. Jenny watches intently, blushing stronger than ever before. The hinge comes loose and her chest opens up. The robot brings her hand up to her own lips as if to taste it. But the liquid begins to collect into a droplet. Jenny is still in a daze, and barely has the strength to see what is going to happen. But quickly she realizes. “W-wait Eratoeir!” She shouts out, but it's too late.

Jenny’s excited juices drip from Eratoeir’s fingers and onto her complicated body. It seeps into a cable and suddenly a spark flies out, narrowly missing Jenny’s face. The robot seizes, murmuring gibberish. “ZZGhshsa zgjlogteoj jjeeennnyzhagz” It sputters, before collapsing back and falling off of the workbench.

She slams into the floor. Her movement completely halts and the light fades from her eyes. Now just the blank muted gray pupil remains. No LEDs to give it color.

Jenny watches as the whole thing happens. She lays back down and lets out a long sigh. She catches her breath after the exciting fun she was having before. Unsatisfied and still needy, but unable to continue. Finally she hops off the bench and looks down at the newly broken robot. She will need to fix the piece that short-circuited and some aesthetic features. Her face’s internal mechanics were pretty severely hurt by the crash. It is absolutely possible to do so, but it is demotivating having this happen to her first bot. She pulls her pants back up and ventures back outside into the container. She gazes out at the bodies to see what she can salvage. A sea of color, shiny material and drab inner parts that managed to escape. By her feet lies a blue robot with a tutu shaped cooling engine and a short bob cut. Further in near the top of the pile is a pink robot with a large yellow headband that extends far beyond the back of her head. Almost looks like a halo. One near the middle stands out for having beautiful coffee toned artificial skin. Her long purple hair shields the robot's eyes and reaches all the way down, tangled up slightly with some other bots. Jenny tries pulling her out but is disappointed when it becomes dislodged and she finds it is only the torso. The robot's arms and legs are completely missing, which is far too much work than it is worth at her current level.

Finally she sets her eyes on a slightly larger robot that is wedged into the side. She pulls the body out and finds an almost completely bot. Only missing one hand which can be replaced with a similar piece. Otherwise her long almost mage looking coat is basically spotless. She has a large metallic hat that curves outward. Clutched in the robot's still existing hand is half of a staff looking tool. Though it is snapped near the middle and mangled wires hang loosely from the split. She has long white legs, as if she was wearing tights. But they are part of her build directly. Her long blond hair is pretty clean, which is quite rare for most of these bots. This bot is harder to drag inside due to her size. She is almost a foot taller than Jenny.

But finally she is laid down on the workbench. Jenny cranes the bot's neck to see her model number. “Let’s see here… Berkana!” She finds. She sets her back down. Jenny looks into the empty hand slot on the bot's right arm. Part of the connection ring is broken, so she will need to repair that for any replacements to actually work. This is a bit more of the brute metal work that Jenny is used to. She buffers out the gash through it, replacing the small metal prongs that conduct electricity. It takes a few minutes and is over surprisingly quickly. Jenny has built up a solid sweat as she worked the heavy power tools on the robot.

She journeys into the container full of bots and seeks a hand that can be used. Some robots don’t have detachable pieces at all, while others use specific connection types that aren’t always compatible. Finally she does locate one. And despite the color being more of a gray than the white Berkana is, it absolutely does the job. She brings it back in and gives it a try. The piece seems to click into place. Now she does the same thing she had to do with Eratoeir, and finds the hinge. Berkana has a different mix of clothes and body parts. She has a large gown that is entirely made of cloth, but the same blue on her chest is actually a built in armor piece. It can be removed as well, but it isn’t necessary when trying to open her body. Finally she manages to get into the bot's insides. The issue is less obvious than with Eratoeir, so she actually has to carefully inspect most of the machinery. Eventually she realizes that her power supply is faulty, but basically everything else in her system works.

So Jenny carefully removes it. She pulls it apart to see if it is salvageable, but quickly determines it's easier just to replace it. After jumping back into the container, she finds the same purple haired bot she pulled out. There is a perfectly intact power supply within. One of the only intact pieces of equipment within the poor reploid. Jenny brings it back inside and hooks it up into Berkana’s system. Everything seems alright, so she plugs the bot into the wall and waits. This time she doesn’t have lunch to entertain her in the meanwhile. While she could have gotten started on something else in the meantime she is far too fixated on these reploids of hers.

When Berkana finally does spring to life, Jenny is ecstatic. The robot stands tall, but remains close enough to the wall to not damage the cable. She stands in a very dignified manner. Clasping her hands together gracefully. “H-h-h-h-h-h-” The reploid says. Her voice is completely garbled, and she is unable to even speak a single actual word. She has such a pleasant, almost motherly expression on her face as she speaks this robotic gibberish. Jenny walks over and unplugs her. She lays her back down and sees the microphone for her voice is totally broken. She feels a little embarrassed for not noticing it while she worked on the bot. Perhaps she got a bit overexcited and rushed her check.

She is able to restore it without the need of spare materials with relative ease. It just takes a little rewiring and cleaning some odd residue that Jenny can not recognise.

Once that is done, she places her back and plugs her in. This time less than a minute is needed to get up and running. “Hello, My name is Berkana.” She says. She seems less glitchy than before, which is a great sign to Jenny. In fact she seems to be running better than even Eratoeir. “Hi there! My name is Jenny.” The mechanic excitedly tells her. “How are you my darling~? Do you need any assistance from me?” The robot calmly inquires. Jenny feels downright shameful at her first thought of response. But it is hard to ignore the nagging desire growing between her legs. After being left unsatisfied by Eratoeir, it is hard not to be eager. In fact part of the reason she likely missed the microphone issue was due to her newfound desperation. “D-do you perform… um… private… services?” She awkwardly asks. “If you are referring to sexual intercourse, yes I am designed with a wide variety of expertise.” Berkana says. She gently removes the cable from her back and approaches Jenny. “You seem so tense, dear.” She says, each word layered in a soft warmth. She places her hands on Jenny’s shoulders and begins to massage them. The mechanic feels her stress just melt away, almost instantly.

Berkana then makes her way behind the woman. Still maintaining her grip on her shoulders. But once in this position, she is able to whisper into her ears. “Just relax for me hun… It will feel so nice~” She says, as one of her hands moves and slips down her jeans. Just like that, Jenny feels those warm fingers find their way into her. Gently poking and prodding. Expertly teasing her clit without ever overstimulating her. But she is a little surprised by the warmth. She can even feel warmth from the robot behind her. Eratoeir was quite cold to the touch, not having enough time to warm up properly.

But Jenny barely musters the strength to think about it further as she becomes putty in Berkana’s experienced hands. Still whispering sweet nothings into her ear. But suddenly her hand begins moving slightly awkwardly. It doesn’t hurt, but it is a noticeable drop in quality from mere moments before. Jenny trunks her head slightly to see Berkana’s body is shaking. She then grabs Berkana’s arm and moves it up so she can turn to see what is happening. Similar to before, she begins to seize and shake. Making odd noises all the while. “No! Why?” Jenny complains as she watches Berkana drop to the floor, offline.

After a little while of checking her system and brainstorming, Jenny arrives at a theory. Her systems were significantly overheating, but her coolant seems fine. There is no hardware explanation, so it is likely due to a horde of corrupted software that led to the system failure. She sighs, there is not much she can do to fix that. Seems this one is just a dud. Just as she was starting to feel that beautiful satisfaction, too. She hangs her head with disappointment. But the day is nearly coming to a close. She will have to lock up and head home eventually. She decides she can not end the day on a failure. She will cum, she will successfully restore one of these reploids, and she will go home satisfied.

Once more she ventures out into the container. She is considerably more thorough as she dredges through the scattered robots. Finally she happens upon the perfect project. Something that is in great condition, but has enough to restore that it will still feel like a victory. Not just a gimme. The robot is completely red, with what seems like pretty heavy armor. An odd tool is tightly clutched in her right hand. She has large wings on her back, but the left half has mostly snapped off leaving her design a little wonky. Due to all the extra metal, she is quite hard to drag out into the warehouse. Once she sets her down she realizes part of the right wing also got some chips as it scraped against the pavement. She feels bad for not being too careful, but knows that isn’t going to affect her programming at all. They aren’t functional wings, but rather just decoration it seems. She looks for the name of her final work of the day. “Ferham… let's see how this goes!” Jenny says to herself.

She opens the bot up to see her theory was mostly correct. The reploid is not undamaged, but all that she see’s is very easy to fix up. A few broken cables that can easily be replaced, damaged memory stick ports that just need a bit of a touch up, things of that nature. She puts her hands together and stretches her fingers as she pushes them out. The pleasant cracking as she loosens up gets her ready to go. She gets to work immediately, and with great vigor.

She begins with the core pieces that need fixed. The RAM ports are actually less gamaged than she thought. She just needs to remove a lodged piece of metal stuck in one and it is practically good to go. She didn’t notice the damage on the robots cooling system, the fans are completely inoperable even with proper power supply. So she does her routine scavenging for parts in the endless ocean of reploids at her disposal.

As she works, she is watched diligently by the two previous failures she had fun with. Once they had broken she had propped them up against the wall so they could stand and wait for her to return to. They provide a fun audience for Jenny as she works extra hard. She takes apart the cooling system to replace the fan's motor with the new one she found, and it works like a charm. Her white tank top is caked in sweat as she replaces each wire, reaching her hand into awkward positions to reach the various ports. At this point most of the interior work is complete. She decides to inspect the odd tool the reploid is holding on to. It appears to basically be a high tech stick. It has a hole at the top which doesn’t seem super helpful. She finds that it is actually attached to her palm with an energy supply, so it clearly requires power. The energy supply is a little dodgy looking, but she can’t find any true damage. So she just gives it a clean and hopes for the best.

Now finally she is done. She gazes at the peaceful resting face of the bot she worked so hard on. She has green eyes, with small pink lips. A large helmet hides her hair. In between the gaps of her armor Jenny can see a black cloth material shielding the reploids artificial skin. It seems this unit was probably used for combat more than anything else. She hopes she can get that last bit of pleasure she so craves. But there is only one way to find out. She plugs the bot into the wall and waits. As she stares in anticipation, she can’t help her fingers from crawling into her pants. But her own touch is just teasing her further, without being able to soothe her desire. It just stokes the flames more.

Finally the robot powers on. She stands up, and looks at the overworked mechanic before her. “Are you my commanding officer~?” She says, a slight snarl in her otherwise seductive voice. There is a maturity in her tone, but it comes across as far more authoritarian than Berkana’s. “Y-yes! Yes I am.” Jenny says. So she was right, it does seem to be some sort of militant bot. She finally gets an answer for the tool, as it comes to life. A long red beam extends out of it, forming the shape of a whip. It glows and crackles with intensity. “Hello Miss. How can I serve you today?” Ferham asks. While she seems intense, she is also surprisingly obedient. “I-I desire p-pleasuring!” Jenny demands. She does a poor job putting up a confident demeanor. Stumbling over every other word. But the reploid doesn’t pick up on that. “As you wish~” Ferham replies, tightening the whip in her hands. “I am sure you are aware of my specialty~?” She inquires. “My expertise in sado-masochistic play should be no surprise.” She purrs. Every word emanates power.

Jenny stops and thinks for a moment. She is not exactly a hard kink type of person. But she is in such a haze of horny excitement the experimentation sounds fun. She decides to just go through with it. Throw caution to the wind. “Yes… Perhaps go a little softer than usual with a focus on my pleasure.” She tentatively asks, hoping it will result in the best for her. The robot smiles. “Sure~ I can do that for you, miss.” She says. She holds on tight to the glowing rope and brings her hands together, creating some slack. Before quickly tightening it again, resulting in a satisfying snap sound. The whip then decreases in brightness significantly, likely so it will hurt less. She swiftly uses it to bind Jenny.

It wraps around one of her legs and brings her to her knees. Then completely ensnares her hands and ties them together. She feels a warm almost sizzle where the rope makes contact with her skin. But it is incredibly light, more of a tingle than a zap. She looks up at the dominating power above her. The robot undoes part of her armor around her waist which falls to the floor. Revealing a silicone based artificial pussy that Jenny is then shoved into. She sticks her tongue out almost instinctively. Exploring the folds of this pristinely perfect fake pussy. After a long day of hard work it just feels so good to do as she is told. Not to mention she notices that Ferham gave her just enough room with her hands to undo her jeans and get to work on herself. Jenny enjoys this bliss for a moment. Eating out this incredibly sexy robot while pleasuring herself. But eventually she is dragged up by her wrists. She meets the gaze of the reploid, who smiles with sadistic delight. With one hand she holds Jenny up, almost dangling there with her arms in the air. With the other hand Ferham slides a finger inside of Jenny’s pussy. The two kiss as Ferham fingers her and holds her in the air. Jenny is in utter bliss, finally getting the payoff she needed all day. Their tongues intermingle, as Jenny tastes the metallic steel within Ferham’s mouth. And as all of it overwhelms the delighted mechanic, she feels her climax build. Then without warning, she squirts hard, spraying the robot in front of her. She is barely conscious, still feeling the full body orgasm. But a loud zap sound and the smell of burning snaps her out of it.

She falls to the floor as the whip buzzes out of existence. The robot before her falls to her knees. A smoke escaping out of her mouth, nose and ears. The liquid seeping through all the cracks and seams of her outfit. Once she fizzles out, Jenny stands up. She can barely believe the day she had, but is at least glad it ended on such a bang. All she does as she begins to clean herself and move the bot to a safer, out of the way location is think. Think about all the possibilities this container holds for her, and what comes next.