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The front of her dress had been charred through in a small area, beneath which a similarly sized hole in the abdomen was apparent. A few sparks burst from the injury, and a low, intermittent buzzing sound was audible. The artificial woman's body was jerking and twitching uncontrollably as actuators responded to the chaotic signals coming from her overloaded electronics. She slid down the wall, her dress hiking up to reveal a smooth, pink pussy as she slumped to a spread-eagle position on the floor. “You will not esca-sca-sca-a-a-a-a-pe,” she threatened in a digitally distorted voice. “I-I-I-I-I have alerted the others.” Something crackled angrily inside her and synthetic lubricant began to steadily squirt from her vagina, forming a little puddle between her twitching legs. “Shit!” I exclaimed, “How many are you in contact with?” She wasn't likely to answer me, but it was worth a try. Nella's artificial pussy ran out of lubricant, the pump sputtering on vacuum. She looked up at me, a smile apparent on her lips through the spasms wracking her face. “All of us,” she said triumphantly. View past Author's of the Month. |
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