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cracked and failing 88-185 |
(1) She put her hands against the mirror, whirring, shivering. On her toes, she stared at herself, and shook with ferocious intensity. She felt her throat tighten and began to fight for breath. Her chest heaved and she called out for him, but her speaker was cracked and failing. A thread grew within her, gestating at the base of her brain and growing through her body, connecting each system into one long chord of pain. It tightened, her back arched, and she felt a bubbling line of oily spittle stream down her chin. Her teeth clenched and her head yanked back, pulled by the sentient chord that connected ass, cunt, navel, and tits. Each zone fired in succession as the stale air of the room seared through her filters with each strained breath. Her diaphragm stretched and ripped as she fought for air against the crushing tightness of the pain. Her eyes clicked and fluttered and she felt her skin slide along the glass to the center of oblivion. From behind the one-way glass, he muttered and took his hands from the controls. “Maybe next time.” (1b5)
(2) “It’s not going to work,” she said, “the nerves can’t handle the adaptation and the bones are cracked and failing.”
He tapped his erasure on the morbidity report for the millionth time. “Let’s go wake her up.”
He stood over her and stroked the cold skin. Slightly blue, she lay on the table, as he caressed her turgid nipples.
“Come back to me”, he thought, his hands moved over her and began the processes.
His assistant joined in with fingers, lips, tongue, and heat. Soon enough, she awoke. (88)
(3) She opened her eyes and screamed in primal memory, eyes darting, wrists pulling as she searched for the source of her unspeakable pain. Bright lights confused her and her logic circuits cracked and failed. Horrid smells assaulted her senses and she thrashed wordlessly against her fear. Grudgingly, she recorded the warmth and her body sorted out the others, her breathing returned. Her body eased into their hands as consciousness returned and faces resolved from the mist. Body parts returned to function and she spread open and melted into idle.
She looked up into his eyes,
Did it work this time?” He kissed her gently on the forehead.
“I was so close. I felt the nexus growing and connecting and oh, the pain was amazing, like nothing I’d ever felt before, that that’s just it, I’ve never felt any of it before, that’s what this is all about, right?” She laid back, the soft hum of servos firing beneath silicone skin. She smiled, “All of this to give a robot an orgasm, seems silly at times, but let’s try again.”
“Of course Doctor, again and again.”
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(2) “It’s not going to work,” she said, “the nerves can’t handle the adaptation and the bones are cracked and failing.”
He tapped his erasure on the morbidity report for the millionth time. “Let’s go wake her up.”
He stood over her and stroked the cold skin. Slightly blue, she lay on the table, as he caressed her turgid nipples.
“Come back to me”, he thought, his hands moved over her and began the processes.
His assistant joined in with fingers, lips, tongue, and heat. Soon enough, she awoke. (88)
(3) She opened her eyes and screamed in primal memory, eyes darting, wrists pulling as she searched for the source of her unspeakable pain. Bright lights confused her and her logic circuits cracked and failed. Horrid smells assaulted her senses and she thrashed wordlessly against her fear. Grudgingly, she recorded the warmth and her body sorted out the others, her breathing returned. Her body eased into their hands as consciousness returned and faces resolved from the mist. Body parts returned to function and she spread open and melted into idle.
She looked up into his eyes,
Did it work this time?” He kissed her gently on the forehead.
“I was so close. I felt the nexus growing and connecting and oh, the pain was amazing, like nothing I’d ever felt before, that that’s just it, I’ve never felt any of it before, that’s what this is all about, right?” She laid back, the soft hum of servos firing beneath silicone skin. She smiled, “All of this to give a robot an orgasm, seems silly at times, but let’s try again.”
“Of course Doctor, again and again.”
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I'm just glad I got this out.
Go visit Panser and join in yourself
Flash Fiction Challenge
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