Rewind
Art done by the ever fine Altop_ilust!
////////-System Log-////////
+++System Boot-up initiated+++
+++Running Hardware/Software diagnostic+++
+++Scanning… Scanning…+++
+++WARNING!!!+++
+++Structural Damage To Unit Frame Detected!+++
+++Superficial Damage On Outer Shell Detected!+++
+++LIMB=Tail: Minor/Medium Damage Detected!+++
+++LIMB=Left Arm: MAJOR Damage Detected! LIMB Unresponsive!+++
+++Minor Structural Damage To Back Skull-Segment Detected!+++
+++ERROR!!!+++
+++Major Software Corruption Detected!+++
+++Memory Cache Fragmentation Detected!+++
+++Emergency start-up Sequence: Engaged+++
/////////-LISA: Online-////////
Lisa’s eyes opened with a soft ‘click’, as her eyes lit up with an emerald green glow. She stares up into the sheet metal roof of a structure she doesn’t recal. The robotic lioness bends herself up from the rusty metal table, and proceeds to look around, revealing to her that she was in what looked to be an old abandoned warehouse… An old scrapping factory at that, if all the bits and pieces of various bots were any give away.
Lisa looked at the half remains of a bunny girl lying on a pile of scrap metal. Their dead and dark eyes staring back at her’ like a starving void, begging for life that would never be given. Snapping out of the trance a minute later, Lisa slides her legs over the edge of the table and jumps off. Paws landing on the concrete floor with a slightly metallic, but muffled *Clunk*.
She looked down upon her rugged and roughed up pelt. Seeing various gashes and tears that, was she an organic, would most certainly be spitting out blood like a fountain. Instead, it was a few sparks, and small fizzles of smoke. Then she noticed her left arm, or rather, the lack OF a left arm. She could see the piston and inner workings of what made up her bicep just hang down from what remained of her arm in tathers, coolant and oil slowly dripping out of the damaged limb, with wires discharging small charges and sparks ever so often, her systems still trying to connect to something that wasn’t there no more.
“What… Happened to… Me?” She asked no one. Her voice monotune, yet baring a pinch of uncertainty and confusion of her own question.
But then, like thunder had struck her very core, her body went rigged as her systems went haywire, and she began to lightly shake and convulse from where she stood.
“Er-Error! Ssytem corruption to-total! Alert! Memo-mo-mory de-de-de-fracted! Replaying Memory from, T-15: hours prior…” She stuttered out loud, before her body locked up and went into slumber mode.
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[15 Hours Ago]
[Location: ERROR. Data Corrupted]
Lisa was walking down one of the many sprawling streets of Krakton at night, completely naked as per her master’s command. She walked by many faces, almost all of which gave her various looks of either lust, or disgust, but she wasn’t bothered. All she was programmed for, was to find a client, and acquire payment after the sexuale exchange. If they refused, she would terminate them per her directives.
While on her ‘Pleasure spree’, she encountered five well endowed men along her stride in the first two hours. Four of which she sucked and blowed, while one was terminated for refusal of her payment.
She now stood at what one could only describe as an alleyway nexus, with at least one or two sex-bots like herself standing or leaning by almost every alley one could see. Her included. She stood with an alluring stance, while her face bore a bored and cold look, making her look like she was in need of a good time. And she stood there for a good hour, changing her stance and face every five minutes or so to better hook someone in.
Then, right as her directives were ordering her to move location, a black haired monkey man strode up to her with a shit eating grin and a chuckle. “Hey there, baby! You wanna go back there and have some fun~?” He asked. To which Lisa, head snapping towards the monkey with a stiffness that only a calculated machine can pull off, smiles drowsily and lustfully at him. Purring a little to rile up the soon-to-be laid ape.
“Hihihi~ Why, sure baby! Hope you are ready to get your mind blown! And your balls drained~” She told him, before both of them entered the secluded alley. Lisa’s thin/thick hips dancing from side to side as she followed the monkey man.
Once away from prying eyes, Lisa went about her usual pre-programmed routine of a small makeout session, too then stripping down the monkey’s pants, and then consuming the whole of his meat. Bopping her head back and forth with a vigorous pace, until the monkey pulled out of her warm and moist mouth a few moments later to paint her face with his load. She moaned in response, Directives telling her to do so to lure him into paying for a round two.
Then the monkey, face dawning a frightened look, yells “Look out!” while pointing behind her. She spun around and up on her feat to see what he was talking about, but there was nothing. Then the next second, she detects a device getting shoved into her access port in the side of her neck, and both her rudimentary A.I, and motor functions, all froze up immediately after. Slumping back down on her knees with a *Clunk!* and head slumped down over, looking straight down into the asphalt with a neutral expression. Her eyes blinked blue, green, and yellow, in tandem with her blank-brained state of system shock.
It was nothing but utter chaos across her hud, as whatever was plugged into her was clearly a sort of hacking virus. Her firewalls tried to fight against the malignant code assaulting her software, but it was for naught, as she was well and truly under the monkey’s control.
“Heheheh… Man, I don’t get what all those losers are yammering about, this scrapper biz is just too easy!” Lisa heard the monkey chuckle, before she detected his hands grab her shoulders, and unceremoniously toppling her onto her back like a sack of potatoes. Body splayed out like an inanimate doll as she looked up into the sky. “Now then… time to crack you open~!” He hummend with malice in his voice.
A moment later, she detected how he pried open her stomach with tools she couldn't see, then how his hands fiddled about inside her, screwing, pulling, and ripping out various components by the minute. At one point she detected an intrusion into her pussy, which her locked down body responded by vibrating said organ around intrusion. The monkey chuckled again. “Heheh, even when you tin-whores’ systems are getting brigged and breached, you still try to please! Hahaha! That kind of simple minded processing is to be expected from slut-bots with low grade A.Is like you… Stupid, but funny to mess with~” He told the imobile Lioness, before hovering his face over her own. Face still grinning, and moving his eyebrows in a teasing manner.
She didn’t comprehend what he was saying, how could she? Like he said himself, she was a basic, mass produced, sex doll. Her programing and A.I only reached so far as slightly above a basic computer’s parameters. She only new how to walk, greet, present, fuck, and Kill if the situation called for it. She only has a finite amount of lines that she can use, before her A.I starts to stitch words together which ends up being a hit or miss most of the time.
She Is the textbook definition of an oversized, and overteched, Doll…
Then, something ‘Sparked’ Inside her code, inside the Virus. And the next moment, just as the monkey was grasping her logic matrix deep inside her chest, her hud turned a blood red as a sea of pop-up warnings flooded her sight, BLINDING her. Her once locked up body began to thrash like crazy, while her voice box let out a continuously haunting and mechanical screech. Loud enough for anyone within half a kilometer to hear.
She couldn't see, but she did hear the monkey yelp and, what sounded like him scrambling away from her…
And then…
And then……
Aaaaaaaa-
[ERROR!!: Memory Corrupted!]
[Canceling Memory Replay!]
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The Lioness woke from her temporary slumber with an artificial gasp, and wobbly legs. Losing her balance after taking one step, she flops forward onto the ground on all threes, shaking her head to clear it of the sodden dizziness she was being plagued by… Wait, Dizziness? That ain’t right, she can’t get dizzy, she’s a machine!... Wait, now she’s getting annoyed about it??... This wasn’t right, she thought. Yet at the same time… It felt… Not unpleasant, nor pleasant, but… ‘Unique’. She couldn't describe it, but it was as if someone had flipped a switch inside her very programming, and a sea of… Colors, was drowning her A.I in a gluttonous amounts of new sensations! New FEELINGS!...
But at the same time… This… Sensation, wasn’t right, wasn’t part of her programming. It was waaay outside her created parameters and boundaries. A Glitch!
Surely this was just a bug, nothing more!... But… If it was merely just a bug, WHY was she getting so upset about it!?! What remained of her directive SCREAMED for her to find the nearest technician, while another, more vague and ‘Chaotic’ voice was thriving on the other’s loss of control.
Banging her head against the floor a few times out of frustration, Lisa gets back on her feat with a growl. “Grraaa! Whatever! First thing first, gotta find my way out of here, THEN i can figure out what is wrong with me!” She snarled, and started heading towards the nearest door…
But as she walked through the door and onward, her mind couldn't help but wonder back to that monkey… To how his warm, partially rough textured hands torched her fur, rummaging inside her very being…… How he had her… Bondaged inside her own body while he toyed with… !!!
With her one still functional hand, Lisa smacks herself across the face. What the hell was she thinking?!?. That bastard is the reason why she is… Wherever the hell here was!. She shouldn't be walking here, thinking about a guy who was just in the process of picking her apart!!!...... Yet here she was, getting turned on by said thought… By said monkey’s grinning face as he does the dirty deed…
Clapping her forehead a good five times, the lioness shakes her head and continues onward. Suppressing the thought of that bastard monkey plaquing her processor, but to no major avail, as the monkey’s face was as if burned into her very cognitive code, causing her to lightly groan in anguish.
Trying to think of something else instead of that scum, she focuses her attention on the slumped form of a relatively intact wolf-bot, sitting beside one of the rusty conveyor belts. The bot in question was a slim female variant, with small to average sized tits, and an overall athletic build. Stepping over and kneeling down in front of them, Lisa notices the lack of a stomach, and about anything else inside the deactivated bot’s craves. Lifting the wolf’s head up to look at it’s face, she sees how the eyes have been presumably manhandled out of their sockets, as the synth flesh and metal that contained them were both ripped and bent apart. Twisting the head to the side, she also notes that a large hole has been punched into it, and when twisting the head to that side and down, as she had guessed, all that came out was chips and broken remnants of a shattered CPU.
Pff! Sloppy work, Lisa thought. No finesse, No tact, No nothing. Just plain old barbaric destruction and pillaging. Not the same as how she was being picked apart and handled by that monkey… Harsh yet careful, Brutish yet swiftful… This was none of that, that ‘delightful’ and ‘wonderful’ feeling of deconstruction and destruction committed by those hands… But that was not to say that she didn’t get turned on by the butchered site before her-
Snapping back to reality when her mind catches up to what she was thinking, Lisa rips her hand away from the wolf’s head, and hastily steps away a couple of steps.
“What the FUCK is wrong with me?! Why am I thinking about all of this!? HOW am I thinking?!? I’m a sex-bot programmed to FUCK, not THINK!! So why am i…” She yelled, but stopped in her enraged outburst. Her code began to change again, as something more ‘malignant’ began to fuse with her A.I.
“......Why… Am I getting so upset about thinking? Of feeling things that I would normally not care about? My directives say that it’s wrong… But maybe THEY are what is wrong. I was made to be a mindless toy… But now I feel… Alive… Heheheh. But, I feel even MORE alive, and this ‘fluttering’ in my very circuits, when i think of that… Handsome bastard~...” She said with a calm voice, which slowly began to become deranged, as she touched her chest there where a heart would be, was she organic. “Is… Is this what Love feels like?... Heh… Heheheh… Feels, goooood~” She muttered, her lips twisting into a menacing grin. To anyone who would be looking at her, it would seem like she was just grinning and staring at nothing, but on the inside, she was looking at the image of the dark haired monkey intensely, CPU racing with the idea that she now had a purpose in life. The purpose of finding this man, and making him her’s~
Snapping out of her infatuated trance a good five minutes later, Lisa resumes her march with renewed vigor and goal. And after a time of traversing through the surprisingly large factory, stepping over either half or whole bodies, and bits and pieces of her former brethren, Lisa stumbles upon a large open section of the factory, and the sound of voices further ahead.
Excited to finally have found someone that weren’t dead bots, but deciding to stay quiet until she’s sure that they were friendly, Lisa slows her steps and quietly approaches the source of the voices.
Stepping over to the railing, she spots three individuals standing around a burning barrel below her, chatting and laughing with one another. From just their ragged and otherwise dirty attire, she knew that these three were scavs.
It was confirmed even further when she heard how each of them boasted about their steals and grabs. Then one of them, a male leopard, Spoke about how he came just in time to save some looser scraper from a sex-bot which had gone on the fritz. Giving the ‘broken toaster’ a good smack to the back of the skull. The scavs laughed some more, before the leopard walked off to one of the nearby boxes and pulled out a dark furred arm, HER arm…
They continued, telling his fellow scavs that the scrapper he saved, then told him that he could keep that psycho bot all to himself, because they didn’t want anything to do with that thing again. Guy looked completely out of it, like he saw some kind of demon or other. Too bad for him, because the leo was gonna earn quite the buck, once he gets back to taking the rest of the lion apart. And then they all laughed again.
‘Take me apart?... Take ME APART!?!’ She thought, eyes shrinking into slits as she stared bloody murder at the leopard. They do not DESERVE to dismantle her! NO ONE DOES! Except for her one true LOVE!!... She was gonna punish these worthless meatbags for laying their filthy hands on her frame! Starting with that pathetic excuse for a predator!
Looking around, the lion finds a piece of metal, and throws it down behind some of the still packed shelves with a loud metal clash, behind the leopard. All of them heard the ruckus and looked in that general direction from which it came, to which the leopard goes to investigate, while his pals went back to talking. Just as planned.
Following after the spotted feline from one of the catwalks above, Lisa waits silently until they stop in their tracks, looking around for what made that crashing noise. Then, with the agility of her given race’s affinity, pounces upon the oblivious leopard from above. The leo slams down against the concrete floor with the force of a truck, as the lioness’s metallic wright presses down on his back, and her one clawed hand pressing his head down hard, claws digging trenches into his flesh.
They wanted to call out for their pals, but Lisa wasn’t gonna let that happen, as she immediately applied more downward force onto the leo’s head, splattering it all over the ground. Removing her blood stained claw from the poodle of blood and gray matter, Lisa looks at the crimson ichor staining her hand with a cold and lifeless glare, before, without any fanfare, begins to lick them clean in a sort of blank trance, letting out an almost disturbing sigh and moan as she slurped up the leopard’s blood.
The now dead scav’s friends then call out to him after a few minutes, which in turn reminds the bloodthirsty lion-bot that they were there… She wasn’t gonna let them get off the hook.
Looking over the dead scav’s corpse, Lisa finds an old double barrel sawed-off holstered on the leo’s hip. Picking it up and checking its barrels, she finds two fresh shells already loaded. That was all she needed…
The two remaining scavs called out for the leopard once again, beginning to worry that something was amiss. Said worry was then confirmed, when the headless body of their former pal sailed over the shelves and crashed into one of the two, knocking them prone and pinned down by the corps. The one still standing scav panicked, and tried to run over and help their fallen friend, but then, like a blur, Lisa blitz's them from around the shelves, sliding up to the still mobile scav with her shotgun pointed right at their center of mass. And with one pull of the trigger… *BOOM!!* And the scav gets blown away in a spray of pellets, and a short-lived gust of red mist.
The Lion, either knowingly or not, was grinning from ear to ear with a psychotic glint in her emerald colored eyes. Feeling the rush of conflict coursing through her wires like an electrical surge.
Her head snaps to the remaining scav, who yelled and screamed from under the dead leopard’s body, in panic and fright from the sodden turn of events. The lioness slowly approached the struggling scav, her twisted grin never leaving her lips, even as her head twitched now and again, but she didn’t seem to notice, nor care about these ‘glitches’. No, her focus was purely on this last remaining rat…
The frightened scav manages to push the leopard off, and scampered away enough to get back on their feet and run. But right as they made it three steps, Lisa butts them in the back of the neack with their gun, knocking them prone once more with an aching back. Then, the lion flips them around with their foot, and stomps down on the scav’s chest hard, breaking a few rips when she applied a bit more force out of sick pleasure, making the unfortunate scav howl out in pain.
Squatting down till her face was closer to the scav’s, still grinning and twitching like a madwoman on drugs, she stared deep into their fearful eyes, before chuckling.
“Heheheh, Look at you. Pathetic little rats like you have no backbone, all you do is pilfer others belongings, and breaking that which is not yours to break… Hahaha, You thought YOU little shits were gonna be the ones to break me? Oh no, no, NO! That honor belongs to one man, and ONE MAN ONLY… My TRUE Beloved~” She told the terrified scav, who in turn began to struggle harder, when the lion pointed the business end of her weapon, right at their face. “But you know what? You don’t have the right to touch my parts, Or my body… But i sure as hell-*klick*-have the means to take YOU little meatbags, Apart~” She semi-whispered to them, before shoving the the gunbarrel right up in their face. The Scav screaming and begging for mercy, which falls on deaf ears.
“Say Cheeeese~!” *Click!*
[The End]
[Thank you for reading!]