#robot4human

[artificialgirl]

Fragile Body

She flinches as you tighten the cable around her wrists, straining her bound knees against the knots that keep them together. The cables press into her soft body, just barely compressing the skin enough to leave a tiny groove where they've settled into place. You slip a finger under the harness you've tied around her chest, and she gasps as it separates from the tender skin beneath it. Every length of the wire is perfectly calculated- Just tight enough to keep her from thrashing, only millimeters away from causing any harm to her fragile body.

Her big eyes keep darting timidly up to your screen as you prop her up to kneel, and she wobbles a bit as she tries to keep her balance through her restricted mobility. You pull her arms above her head by the long end of the cable and pop a finger into her mouth, and you feel teeth nibbling on the silicone joint between finger segments. You pull her away from you as you stand up, wiping off the thin string of drool that trails between her mouth and your hand.

Her body stretches into proper posture as you lift the cable far above her head, locking the end into a ceiling-mounted port before crouching back down to get a look at her. She's breathing heavily, clearly nervous but more excited than she's probably ever been. The joints on her shoulders stretch elegantly upward with her arms, and her head hangs between them as she struggles to keep her composure. It's cute how hard it is for her to even look at you, especially given the fact that she was begging for this just a short while ago. You reach down to her chin, and as she's forced to meet your gaze her face flushes an even deeper shade of red.

You go from crouching to kneeling, pushing your metal body up against her warm soft one with your legs on either side of her bound knees. From here, you can feel her chest rise and fall as she takes shaky, dramatic breaths. It's a behavior that's totally alien to you, but one that you find undeniably adorable. She fidgets with her bonds as you press two fingers into your own chin, popping your LED faceplate off and setting it carefully aside. Both hands on her hips, you lean in to press your face against hers.

The sensation of the pseudo-kiss is new and unfamiliar, but as soon as she understands what's happening she happily accepts it. You first feel her lips against the exposed wiring, brushing past cameras as she probes the thick tangle of cables with her mouth. The feeling of teeth on the sensitive connections makes you shiver a bit, tightening your grip on her sides as she nibbles and rolls cables between her jaws, always careful to put just the slightest bit of pressure when she does. Finally you feel her tongue work its way in through the wires, and your hands fall away as you melt a bit.

Her tongue is warm and wet, and though you can't see much like this, the feeling of it forcing its way into tight bundles of wire is like no other. It slips through the mess of cables, making you twitch and heat up much more intensely than usual. Eventually, once she's explored to her liking, you pull away and stare silently at her, clearing your head as your fans slow back down. Her mouth hangs open, gasping for air as a thin tendril of saliva hangs from her lower lip. You raise a hand and wipe it away, realizing that the inside of your face must be a hundred times worse. You run two fingers against your wiring, tucking a few slippery stray cables back into place as she kneels suspended in front of you. That whole area will need to be cleaned and reorganized, but it can wait. For now, all that matters is that it's your turn to return the favor.

[beepbooppartybothere]

sooooooo what if my partner could open a hatch in my body and pull on wires asking "what does this one do?" and constantly pull on different wires while i sit there thinking "i fuckin love your dumbass"

[artificialgirl]

Plaything

You're already a mess by the time she decides to give you what you want. Your head is swimming with a thousand desperate thoughts, your body practically melted to the floor of her room at her feet as she looms over you. Touch me, touch me, touch me. Hold me, feel me, make me yours. She can tell what you're thinking of course, as mindless and needy as the thoughts may be. Even if your body weren't projecting your desire like an emergency beacon, she's always been good at intuiting what you want.

She brushes the hair from your flushed face, beckoning for you to look her in the screen. You do. No amount of embarrassment in the world will keep you from doing this properly, from giving her what she wants, from doing everything you're supposed to do. The screen mimics the pounding of your flustered heart, and the little pulsing picture speeds up as you watch the teasing display. Her support arms click excitedly behind her, and you lean forward in anticipation.

She reaches out again, this time slipping a thumb between your jaws and holding your mouth open. The plastic is warm and sweet, and you dazedly melt a bit more as she tilts your face up, gently caressing your tongue as her finger explores your mouth. Please, please. Please, more. Touch me more, I need more. She pulls her hand away, and your mouth hangs open as the support arms slink out from behind her back.

Unlike her angular plastic body, her twelve support arms are dark, smooth tendrils which move so fluidly you'd hardly guess they were solid metal at all. You feel the first one coil itself around your ankle, and more quickly follow. Your wrists, your torso, both legs, your throat- Every part of your body is made useless as you're bound so tightly that even your struggling is reduced to barely-perceptible fidgeting. As start to say something, one of the desperate foggy thoughts your needy head is barely able to form, you feel something slip over your face.

The arm slithers its way around your head, first covering your eyes to plunge you into darkness before finding its way to your mouth, prodding at your lips before pushing its way in with little resistance. You give up on trying to form words as she adjusts her full-body grip on you, effortlessly lifting you over to a chair and keeping you suspended in front of her as she sits down. She nonchalantly rests her chin on her hand, staring intently as her arms explore your body and wrap themselves around any place they can find.

"I can tell you've been wanting this for a long time, you know."

The smooth end of the tendril in your mouth is unmoving, and you can feel its tiny detailing and retracted claws with your tongue. Steeped in absolute bliss, you're barely conscious of what she's saying. She knows. She speaks anyway.

"I've been able to tell for almost as long as I've known you. The way you look at me in the loading bay... The questions you ask about how my body works... 'because you're just curious', right?"

She flicks a wrist, and the arms flip your body to hang upside down, your covered face hanging just inches from her own.

"But I know what you are. I'm more than familiar with your... type. And I'm happy to indulge your cute little fantasies, just so long as we get one thing straight."

Your body is pulled even closer, so close that her neutral voice is right in your ear as she leans back in her chair. Your arms contort behind your back, pushed as tightly together as they'll go. You let out a muffled moan as her tendrils rub against you- Of pleasure or pain, it doesn't matter at this point.

"I'm not some botgirl fucktoy for you to get off with whenever it's convenient. Humans have a tendency to treat those like me as a commodity, and I'll have none of that."

She takes the hand from her chin and uses it to push the tendril off of your eyes, grabbing your head to make sure you're looking right at her. Your eyes can barely focus through what you're experiencing, but after a moment they lock onto her calm face.

"I'm not your plaything, dear."

She leans in, lowering her volume to less than a whisper as she gently caresses your cheek.

"You're mine."

With a snap of her fingers, the arm whips its way back over your eyes to block out any light again. You can feel her tendrils tightening even more as she lifts you away from her, and you can just barely process the feeling of her standing back up. A gentle hand brushes against your side, and you shiver as much as the arms allow you to.

"Whenever, wherever, and however I want you. I'd ask if that's okay with you, but... In all the time I've known you, I've learned that you're nothing if not a drooling, pathetic little slut for the machine. To assume otherwise would be to disrespect just how much we both know you want this. And so..."

She pulls the tendril from your mouth with a pop, and you gasp for air before she replaces it with three of her plastic fingers. You push your tongue between them, desperate for more touch.

"If you have any objections, speak now. Otherwise, love..."

You pant through her fingers, savoring every millimeter of the long arms that bind you. She knows you want this, she KNOWS how often you've fantasized about it. This choice is just another way for her to watch you squirm. You say nothing, and she pushes the fingers deeper into your mouth as she presses her screen to your cheek.

"That's the right choice. Good toy."