FYOP/Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0144

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You give the soft, grey artificial material of her breasts an experimental squeeze and she responds with a digitized moan of pleasure. You lay her down before you, her limbs feeling loose in their joints like a well-used toy. When you enter her, she gives a convulsive rattling, her eyes straying deliriously with an audible whirr while her lips contort into an overly-enthusiastic plastic smile.

Her body seems ready to fall apart with each thrust, sparks sputtering from her joints as she emits disjointed cries of encouragement in a shrill and computerized voice. At times she seems far more lucid, giving you a wicked smile as wraps her unsecured legs around you and squeezes, gripping your arms as she delivers a few countertimed thrusts of her own – but after a moment her legs inevitably grow slack, her grip loosens, and her eyes stray once more, control lost to systems overwhelmed by your enthusiasm.

You climax, tightening your grip on her as she flails helplessly in a sudden orgasm of her own, her limbs convulsing wildly, the rubberized lips of her machine face stretching wide as she gives an exuberant wail of pleasure that dissolves into a machine hum and static. Her body goes as limp as a marionette with its strings cut, a wisp of smoke trailing from the smile stamped on her mechanical face.

“S-still f-functinallll…” she drones, staring off into nothing, her artificial body in a languid pose beneath you before she abruptly powers off.


Recover her core