Museum of Modern Technology 2
Story by TikTikKobold on SoFurry
Charity's little dare into the museum late at night has some unexpected results. Now, the Robomaid Robetty is turned on and cannot stop until she has completed her function.
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A voice coming from the machine responds from some hidden speaker. “You turned me on, miss. Now, I must perform this function. Please remain still.”
“What the hell function are you talking about?” Charity asks, but suddenly, she blushes as she feels the hands moving down along her body, fingers gripping up under her hoodie.
“H-hey, wait, what are you-!?” But before she can say anything, the maid has already pulled the shirt up over her head, leaving Charity’s arms up in the air and both her hoodie and her tank top off her her. This leaves Charity wearing just her pink bra, which also shows off her navel piercing. With more robotic speed, Robetty traces her fingers up along the girl’s flesh, her hands groping at Charity’s chest.
Charity’s face goes red as she looks down, panting heavily as she feels those dainty, yet strong, arms feel her up. Soon, though, the intention is clear, as Robetty’s fingers go down along the bra and then around Charity’s back.
Charity books it, but the fingers are so right against her bra that the underwear snaps, sending the girl falling down to the ground, wearing nothing but nipple piercings and a spiked collar above her waist.
Robetty raises the ripped undergarment and shakes her head. “I am terribly sorry, Miss. The museum shall compensate you with a refund on your admission price.” She then picks up the hoodie and the shirt and delicately separates the two. Humming a tune, the maid straightens out and folds the clothes, running along a track on the floor until she drops them off at a washing machine station.
Charity stands up, her hands covering her chest as she watches the machines do their work, almost mesmerized. The washing machine produces its own hands, which pours out detergent and sets the dials on the device as if it were a human operating it. Robetty had moved off. To where, Charity wasn’t sure, but a quick whirring behind her tells her she probably should have moved, because robotic arms wrap around her waist and fingers work on her belt.
“Please do not struggle, miss. Once I am turned on, I must complete my function.”
“H-hey!” Charity shouts, trying to grab the robot’s wrists, but Robetty is so powerful, she can only watch as the robomaid pulls down her pants with practiced speed, almost causing the girl to trip. But Robetty’s hand wraps around her, pulling her in close so that Charity can look back to her nonexistent face, shuddering in the cold of the night time museum.
“There you go, miss. Soon, the next step in the process will begin.”
“Fuck that noise!” Charity says, stepping out of her shorts. All that she has on down there are her stockings and boots, and soon she runs down the hall, making a mad dash toward the exit.
Charity makes it to the door, only to pause. “Shit” she says, spinning around, looking for any sign of Robetty. All her clothes can be replaced, sure, but she left her wallet in her pocket. If the cops found out she was out here when she shouldn’t be, she’d be arrested for sure, and if she gets arrested, daddy will punisher her, really punish her, not pretend punish. She gulps and clenches her fist, and then takes a steps back towards the display, only to hear her boot clopping on the ground, echoing throughout the building.
Inwardly growling, Charity realises if she’s going to stealth this, she needed to have more stealth, so she kneels down and quickly fumbles with her shoe strings. Once free, she pulls her stocking-clad feet out and takes a deep breath. Yep, if this place actually does have security guards, they’re gonna catch a streaker, for sure. So, psyching herself up, she makes a dash back toward the future exhibit, the footfalls of stockinged feet as quiet as a cat’s.
As she approaches where she left her clothes, the whirring of Robetty’s motors gets louder. Charity breaks, but slides across the floor a bit, looking wildly about for any place she could possibly hide. Seeing what looks to be a small chute of some kind inside of a box, she decides to take the chance and dives right on in there.
Curled up in the fetal position, Charity shivers in the corner, crossing her ankles to cover herself, but still cold from the chill in the air. She tries to keep her breath calm and steady, but her heart pounds and adrenaline pumps through her.
Through the chute opening, she sees Robetty’s waist. The robot maid stops, and then she spins around, remaining in front of the chute for awhile.
Charity bites her lip, her mind racing at what this robot might possibly want to do to her.
“Where are you miss?” the robot says, spinning once more. “Once turned on, I must complete. Please, approach me so we may continue.”
Charity clamps a hand over her mouth as little whimpers come out of her throat. What the hell did Robetty mean? Did Charity’s friends know that the robot in here was actually this intelligent… it's almost like she actually knows what’s happening. That makes things almost worse, in a way.
“Hm… she wouldn’t be here,” the robot says, to herself? “I must make more preparations for her.” With that, she whirrs away, the sound of her motors disappearing into the night.
Charity slumps back against the wall, sighing in relief as the robot disappears. As she lays back, her back presses against something and that something produces an audible “click” that rings through her ears for a few seconds. Gulping, she looks over her shoulder, as lights turn on, and the whirring of fans and gears produce a cacophany of sound.
This isn’t some kind of trash can or laundry chute… this is a machine!
Just as soon as she sees this revelation, the machine blares to life in a loud mix of grinding and whirring. Mechanical arms come from out of the darkness, ending in large, articulate hands. These hands grab each of Charity’s arms, pulling her back into the shadows, kicking and squealing.