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In order for a world to be populated with robots to service the sexual needs of organic creatures, testing was necessary.

Lots of testing.

Though there were entire assembly lines dedicated to building, taking apart, and repairing the different models of robot that had been designed over the years, entirely for the function of pleasure, there was an entirely separate area in most of these facilities, simply to test the faculties of the robots that were being created.

Physical parameters, such as endurance, stamina, ability to withstand destruction, and flexibility could all be tested on the assembly line, and in repair shops, but there was a new parameter that some plants were starting to toy with, and though it was venturing into uncharted territories, it was all rooted in the sexual exploits of Marian and Julia.

Once a simple assembly line worker, Marian found herself falling into the same pratfalls that had taken on the rest of society, and just like them, she was developing feelings for a robotic unit, which she eventually named "Julia." What she didn't see coming, however, was the way that the unit seemed to latch back onto her and develop an emotional bond, something that could be programmed into a robot...but this one did it without any programming.

The manufacturers did everything they could to keep the story under wraps, despite Marian fucking the brains right out of a robot in her own work station. They didn't want anyone to think that they were so close to stumbling upon artificial intelligence, but that was the truth of the matter, and if they could find a way to manipulate it, they would have a truly top-of-the-line product, one that couldn't be replicated by any other manufacturers.

Thus, a new testing department was born, kept entirely under wraps by the company: The ERD, or Emotional Response Department.

As much as it ended up tearing Marian up inside, Julia was drafted back into this program because of her ability to produce feelings for an organic creature while her programming parameters were down. She wasn't actually forced to undergo any other sexual experiences, but engineers did everything they could to try and replicate her central processing unit. No matter what they did, and no matter how closely they followed the blueprints, however, it didn't seem that they could recreate the manner of thinking that Julia was capable of.

It turned out that replication wasn't the right path, in order to discover artificial intelligence. The engineers would have to try something entirely different, and it wasn't until months into the program, when Marian was finally allowed to be with her Julia once again, that they finally decided to try building something entirely from scratch, with a new experiment in mind.

"You're up, Mrs. Rinton."

Marissa Rinton was a coyote with her priorities in a very set order: she took her working life extremely seriously, to the point that it made her a rather violent person when she was agitated. She didn't allow anyone or anything to get in the way of her success, and if she wanted something, she took it; sometimes by force, if necessary. She was never seen in anything more (or less) than a pair of squeezing, tight blue jeans and a ratty, tattered black tank top, and her hair was always combed just slightly to the side, so that the tresses upon the back of her head could flow to her shoulders, and her bangs wouldn't obscure her vision.

In a word, she was mean, and that behavior translated very well to the bedroom, where she was entirely pansexual: she'd fuck anything if she so desired to, and though her aggression couldn't necessarily be explained, she was the perfect candidate among assembly workers to try and replicate the results of the growth that came from Marian and Julia sharing an exotic moment.

Her gait was every bit as domineering as she was, and with every step she took, she commanded the kind of power that only an organic life form could. Robots could be programmed to walk a certain way, but the attitude she carried was authentic, created by years of taking life too seriously, and never allowing anyone to help her relax.

If she had her way, this experiment was going to be nothing more than an abuse session for a poor, ill-fated robot, and a little aggression therapy for her.

"And I'm getting paid extra for this?" she asked, as she approached a set of solid steel doors, guarded on either side by a couple armored guards, armed with multiple weapons and a shock rod; they were prepared for the absolute worst, in case achieving artificial intelligence ushered in a new era of destruction, instead of a new era of sexual satisfaction.

"Triple time for as long as you're in there," said the engineer who was walking with her. A rat, drenched in a lab coat and wearing a protective, yellow hard-hat, his eyes were hidden behind a thick pair of glasses, and other than his scraggly paws sticking out of his bland, khaki pants, no part of his flesh was visible. "It's up to you to try and find a way to initiate the same reaction out of this robot that Marian did out of Julia. Everything you could possibly need is inside this room, and just like before, the robot has had all programming parameters wiped, so it's a clean slate for you to do what you will with it."

"Am I being filmed?" Marissa asked, her piercingly yellow eyes narrowing on the rat for a moment. Pansexual or not, she had very high standards, and the thought of such a disgusting creature having a peep show at her expense wasn't exactly the turn-on that she needed to get started.

The rat was clearly fearful of Marissa, as most people who knew her came to be. "W-well...I mean, for the sake of the experi-

" Quad time."

"Wh-what?!"

"You want to film this? I want four times my normal rate," Marissa demanded. For her, taking charge this way was nothing new, but it was the first time that the poor engineer had interacted with her, leaving him ill-prepared to deal with her scathing attitude.

"I...I'll see what I can do..." he replied weakly, wishing that he had a clipboard to hide behind. "P-please, head inside and get started...time is of...y'know...the essence..."

Marissa was grinning brightly at the meek rodent as he literally shrunk away from her. Having that sort of power over a person gave her a certain high that she couldn't explain, and she knew that she'd be experiencing it all over again as she walked through the steel doors. They sealed automatically behind her, locking her in the room with what looked to be a normal, nude vixen...but naturally, Marissa could see right past that, knowing that it was simply a fully assembled robot.

"You got a name?"

"Hello, Marissa. I've been warned of your arrival."

"I asked you a question. You got a name or not?"

The robot didn't show any sign of fear or sway to Marissa, despite the rather angry disposition that the coyote always carried with her. "I have not yet been given a name, Marissa. I was informed that you would pick a name for me."

The robotic vixen spoke with the same overly polite, programmed voice that all robots spoke with when they first came off of the assembly line. She was sitting in an entirely ladylike fashion, with her legs crossed, upon a bench in the middle of what looked like an ordinary repair shop. The setting was obviously thought of with Marissa in mind, and she could see all of the usual tools around the shop that she would use when repairing or taking apart any other robot.

At least I have some toys to keep this interesting if she starts to bore me, Marissa thought.

"What's your serial number?"

"I am a model XN793."

"Nina."

"I'm sorry. What was that?"

Marissa walked a little further into the room, narrowing her eyes at the robot. It wasn't fooling her, despite the way that her false flesh and fake fur clung perfectly to the wire frame underneath, giving the illusion of a female with supple breasts, and yet, ones that fit perfectly to a slim figure. Bright, vibrant orange fur and a cream underbelly were standard on the vixen models, and the eyes were actually cleverly disguised LED backed optic receptors, meaning that they could be any color that you desired. The model sitting before Marissa didn't have any headfur, leaving only her sharp, pointed ears to poke from the top of her head, and small, erect nipples sat upon bare breasts, no doubt already programmed to be sensitive, no matter what the engineers told her.

"I said 'Nina,' because that's your new name, and we've got some work to do...and I'm afraid you're not going to like all of it."

"Your parameters are accepted, Marissa. Thank you for the name," Nina replied, smiling at Marissa in a response that the coyote knew was artificial. "But I was informed upon entry that this was to be a sexual encounter. Why would it not be enjoyable?"

That, however, felt like a response that took some thought, catching Marissa just slightly off guard. "Well...because sex isn't always enjoyable for both partners. That's just the crux of it, kid."

"I'm afraid I do not understand," Nina admitted. "According to my base programming, my creation was entirely dedicated to pleasuring a partner as they see fit."

"That's correct."

"My programming does not allow for, nor does it understand pain, thus, sex must always be enjoyable."

Nina seemed to be back to working in absolutes, as a robot was intended to do. Knowing that she was being watched, but unable to find the cameras to cover or break them, Marissa let out a soft sigh and sat down upon a stool, right near the bench that Nina was politely waiting upon. "You're wrong, although you don't seem to be able to process that. The good news is that those dork engineers decided to send me along to try and educate you..."

"My parameters do not indicate sex to be an educational activity."

Marissa groaned. "Oh, I assure you, it can be very educational, if you know what you're doing...and what I do may not be pretty, but Nina...I'm the best there is at what I do."

"My records indicate that you are a repair shop worker."

"That's right, and when I'm all done working for the day, I go home, and I fuck whatever the hell I want, however the hell I want, be it a robot or a living, flesh and blood creature...I just happen to be getting paid to do what I love, today!"

"Your description of your lifestyle is very curious, Marissa, but I fail to see the lack of pleasure in your activities."

"It's very simple," Marissa suggested, as she stepped away from her stool and stood in front of a wall of tools, deciding what to use on the robot first. "As I said, I do things however I want to. That isn't always an enjoyable experience for the person on the other end."

The processor that acted as Nina's mind was clearly trying to understand the concept of sex not being enjoyable, but Marissa was literally programming her as she went, and at the moment, there was no understanding of pain being a factor in any kind of sex. "My processors can't comprehend this fact, Marissa. Further data is needed."

Marissa grinned as she grabbed a set of chains, and a thick, heavy wrench. "Allow me to infer some data upon you the old fashioned way, Nina..."

Though she wasn't aware of it, Marissa was starting to tap into the same, dormant part of the processor that Marian had with Julia. There was an intelligence that had the ability to learn within each of the robots, though that learning was limited to adapting to what the owner wanted out of their robotic partner... usually. As Marian unintentionally found out, however, and as Marissa was just starting to do, there was a way to confuse the processor into having to literally learn about a new set of preferences, and if this action was done before a second layer of programming was put into place, it could unlock the dormant, emotional responses of a processor. It required extreme physical and emotional situations, but Marissa didn't know how close she already was to unlocking artificial intelligence in Nina, and Nina didn't know just how rough it would be for her to actually get there.

"Your attentions appear to be hostile," Nina said, though her voice showed no concern. She didn't so much as move from her spot on the bench, even when she saw Marissa coming that much closer with the thick, heavy chains that, when properly tied down, even a robot wouldn't be able to wiggle out of. "I do not understand how this relates to sexual activity..."

Marissa pushed Nina over to lay her back flat against the bench without a thought. Still, the robot offered no proper reaction, but there were thought processes being born inside of her...ones that operated far outside of the realm of her supposed abilities. "That's because you're a mindless, stupid machine," Marissa lashed out at her, "So you have no imagination, and no ability to think of sex as anything more than a job. To you, the idea of pleasure is just means to an end, so you're satisfying a customer...but what about you, Nina? What about your pleasure?"

"My pleasure is programmed," Nina was quick to reply, making no true reaction yet to the way that she was being easily tossed around by Marissa. "If my partner deems something to be enjoyab-

"There is pleasure to be had in pain, Nina...you don't seem to understand that."

"That's affirmative."

The links of one of the thick, powerful chains were draped across Nina's slim, smooth tummy, and since she was given no order to move, she simply rested upon the table, her head turning from side to side to try and process everything that was going on. She could see Marissa joining the links of the chain together under the bench and locking them together so the robot couldn't move, but there were two more sets of chains, and Nina couldn't discern what they were for.

"Perhaps you'll never understand, Nina...but that isn't going to stop me from having a little fun with this."

Hooks dangled from the ceiling, perhaps looking dangerous or ferocious to the uneducated eye, but for Marissa, it was all par for the course. These hooks were used to suspend robots up in the air so that different parts of the wire frame could be worked on, typically, but in this case, Marissa wrapped the massive chains in tight coils around Nina's ankles. Nothing that Marissa was doing was anywhere in the basic programming that Nina was given to be able to function, so there was finally a moment of confusion as she watched Marissa loft the chains up to the hooks on the ceiling. Nina didn't so much as struggle as she watched her right leg hoist up into the air, dangling from the end of a hook. She was pulled up high enough that her synthetic tail and her firm, artificially sculpted backside were exposed to Marissa, who was pleased to see that Nina was a complete model, with a false womanhood to boot.

"M-Marissa...what exactly are you doing?" Nina asked, stumbling over her words just enough to catch Marissa's attention, but not so strongly that the coyote would stop her work to reply.

It wasn't until Nina's left leg was strung up as well, leaving her legs spread wide and hanging high that Marissa finally snickered down at her robotic target. "I'm gonna teach you about the finer points of pain, Nina...and if you don't start to learn, I'm just gonna break ya."

Basic programming didn't allow for Nina to be scared of Marissa, despite the threat of physical harm...or at least, it shouldn't have, but anyone watching could have seen the fear that appeared in Nina's expression when Marissa lifted the wrench into her paws and started to brush it over Nina's backside. The cool metal of the wrench triggered programmed sensations in Nina, causing her to jump just slightly, but there was nothing in her programming that was prepared for the strike of a heavy, flat metal surface against her ass.

WHACK! Though the blow wasn't fierce, it rang out across the repair shop and jarred Nina, leaving her to shake violently in the chains with a realization that was far beyond the reaches of a robot. " Marissa! Th-this...this is dangerous! My operating parameters tell me th-

"Ignore your stupid parameters!" Marissa ordered the robot, as she wound up the wrench again and slammed it home, leaving the synthetic flesh upon Nina's body to discolor slightly in reaction to what should have been impossible for her to understand...and yet, the false skin was turning the slightest shade of dark red, in response to the second blow in the same spot. "Think about how thrilling this is, Nina...how exciting it is to be helplessly strung up while a sexy, young woman spanks your ass with a tool!"

Marissa was treating Nina the same as she would any of the other partners she'd had: the coyote was as dominant as they came, and likely would have made a living as a dominatrix if robots hadn't dominated every sexual industry. That regimented treatment, however, was just what it took to crack the code of Nina's programming, and the hidden cameras caught the exact moment that the salivary glands, fake as they might be, started to act of their own accord.

That one, tiny dribble of drool down the side of Nina's cheek was a completely involuntary reaction, hinting that a subconscious was either developing in Nina, or perhaps, simply being unlocked.

"P-please, Marissa..."

"Please what?"

Nina tilted her head up to look at the coyote that stood between her spread legs. There was something within Nina that she'd never felt before, something that told her she should try to close her legs, and Marissa could hear the gears turning as the artificial body struggled against the thick, powerful chains. Nina wasn't built with the kind of strength to escape, and Nina could see a very organic look of struggle upon her face as she winced an eye shut and tried as hard as the governors on her body would allow.

"Please...hit me again..."

In another room of the building, researchers were taking down every note that they could. There was evidence of self-consciousness, shame and embarrassment in Nina as Marissa tapped the head of the wrench against her open paw, as if she were contemplating her next move. At heart, Marissa was just as shocked to watch something coming to life with intelligence in the way that Nina was, but that only meant that she now had a submissive partner that she could abuse to the extent of her abilities, without having to worry about causing any real harm to it.

And to think I milked four times my normal pay rate out of them for this, she thought, as Nina bit down on her lower lip in anticipation of the blow. Marissa cocked her wrist and went for the full swing, but she hesitated at the last moment, giving Nina nothing more than a gentle tap with the wrench. It was a final test to see just how deep the masochism ran in the robot, and she winced at the expected blow, but when she felt only a tickle...she shuddered in her chains and flattened her ears.

"Marissa..."

"What? Not hard enough for you?" Marissa asked, as she tapped the head of the wrench repeatedly against Nina's sore, red backside, her wrist moving with a quick flicker, intensifying the blows a little bit each time. It started as little more than a poke, and gradually worked up through the ranks of a playful slap, to a firm, skillful swat, until Marissa could see the false womanhood of the robot starting to leak over with a drizzle of her feminine juices. They were all simulated, of course, but her liquid arousal was no less valid than that of an organic being, now that she was operating with legitimate, artificial intelligence.

Nina was becoming a true and proper masochist before Marissa's eyes, and when she finally gave the backside of the robot another proper strike, she watched with wide-eyed delight as a streak of those same, slick juices splashed forth and stained the black fabric of her tank top.

"You little bitch...you ruined my top!" Marissa yelled at Nina, narrowing her eyes and widening the devilish grin that refused to leave her muzzle. "You thought you were getting punished before...we've only just gotten started, Nina!"

It wasn't just the desire for abuse that was coming to life inside of Nina, but the way that she was to react to it, as well. There was a confusion in her processor at the way that Marissa appeared and sounded so horribly angry, and yet, she was still grinning all the while, a common sign of enjoyment in an organic creature. To look one way and act another and vice versa were things that escaped almost all robots, but Nina was on another level now, and she was a very fast learner.

"Please, n-no! Please don't punish me, Marissa!" Nina pleaded, and finally, the overly polite tone of her voice was gone, replaced with a fear that permeated the air of lust that was filling the stage. There was an authenticity to her fear that would be completely expected, and yet, a playfulness to the way that she portrayed it that made her seem like a practiced submissive, with experience that was well beyond her possible years.

It was exactly what Marissa wanted to hear, and somehow, she had a feeling that Nina knew it.

"I don't know if you're quite learning your lesson, Nina...and I warned you that if you didn't, I was going to break you," Marissa reminded her. "I'm a woman of my word. I've got more than enough tools here at my disposal to turn you into a useless pile of scrap if I want to..."

Marissa knew that the engineers wouldn't want any excess damage being done to their precious model, so she took a step away from the table, leaving Nina to shake nervously upon it in her chains and wonder what was going on. The wrench had a long shaft, and was just large enough to slide between the handles on the inside of the door to keep anyone from breaking in and interrupting what was about to become an extremely rough day for Nina.

"Of course, there's more than just physical ways to break you, and when I'm done here, Nina, you'll be completely subservient to me...not because I told you to be, or because you were programmed to be. If this works, it's because you want to be my little sex slave, and I can promise you that I will keep your needs sated..."

The glistening trails of arousal that spilled from Nina's synthetic folds were so apparent that Marissa could see them shimmering from across the room, and just the way that Nina writhed on the table, she couldn't wait to give the robot a treatment so harsh, she'd beg to be powered down...not that Marissa would listen, of course, but goodness, did she ever want to hear Nina begging for mercy.

A quick stop at the tool wall armed Marissa with two more, smaller wrenches and a flat, wide metal tray, with an attached handle. It was typically meant for holding small nuts and bolts, but it would work magic as a paddle for the trapped robot.

"Looks to me like you really want me to put something in here," Marissa commented, as she looked down upon the absolutely soaked, false flesh of Nina's cunt. "A girl like you doesn't deserve a cock, however, and you certainly don't deserve to feel my womanhood on yours...but perhaps this will do," Marissa told her robotic captive, as she held one of the smaller wrenches up in front of her. Just at the sight of it, a brilliant flush appeared under Nina's cheeks, and Marissa was beginning to question if she was working with a robot at all...not that she would stop herself, now. Even if Nina wasn't a robot, Marissa would continue to treat her like one, as she harshly shoved the handle of the wrench all right past the tight, virgin slit of the robotic vixen. Marissa could feel the resistance that she'd expect out of an untouched snatch, but that couldn't stop her from adjusting her wrist and pounding the toy harshly at the open passage, doing whatever it took to press the toy in, further and further.

Programming no longer mattered for Nina, who could only process the moment as if she were an organic being. Her virginity wasn't just taken, but effectively ripped apart and cast aside by the crude tool that was used, and the mingled responses of pleasure and pain that radiated through her false nerves sent a message to her hips to press back against the wrench, as if she knew that she should try and take the whole of it. "T-too much...it's too much, Marissa! I can't t-take it! Oh, fuck...p-please..."

Marissa could see excess strands of womanly fluids gushing out of Nina's sex and coating the fur upon her paw and wrist, and her grin was bordering on sadistic as she forcefully jammed the handle of the wrench as far as she physically could, before she felt it pressing up against the internal mechanics within. "Please what, you dirty little bitch...?"

This was a place Marissa had been before. It would either be a "stop" or "don't stop;" there was never anything in between.

An unnaturally strong clenching around the improvised sex toy was answer enough, but Nina couldn't keep from crying out, "D-don't stop! PLEASE don't stop!" to Marissa, as she shuddered violently within the chains.

It was a rookie mistake for a submissive, one that Marissa expected her to make...leaving her to only grin and shake her head as her paw came away from the wrench.

"Shoulda lied to me and told me you hated it," Marissa confirmed, as she held onto the head of the other wrench. "Now that I know how much of a pain-loving whore you are, I know just what to do to tease you within an inch of your supposed sanity...and leave you unable to do anything but beg me for more..."

Gasping in shock at how easily Marissa could turn on a dime and change her approach, Nina looked up at her mistress with pouting eyes, her hips trying in vain to bound forward and get Marissa started again. "B-but Marissa, that...that isn't fair!"

"Didn't say it was, but if you're able to perceive fairness, perhaps you are learning a thing or two...guess it's as good a time as any to teach you a lesson about ever talking back to a dominatrix."

Upon the base of her tail, Nina could feel something smooth and cool. It was flat, and Marissa swirled it delicately over her rump, knowing that the robotic submissive would figure out what was coming before too long, but still, Marissa loved the idea that she could tease the programming of her synthetic vixen, and as much as it wasn't her original intention, she found herself engrossed in the experiment, as much as the engineers would have wanted her to be.

After all...she's trembling just from the flat surface rubbing back and forth over her ass, Marissa thought, as she slowly pulled her wrist back and flicked it forward in rapid succession, giving Nina a few quick, teasing spanks with the metallic tool. She really is learning...she's beginning to anticipate my actions, and learn how she should respond to them. That means she's guessing, and if she is...I can really fuck with her...

Each quick, short spank upon Nina's bottom flung tiny droplets of fake, and yet, all too real arousal from her stuffed, abused cunt. Marissa could punish her further for making an even greater mess, with the splashes of arousal starting to stain the bench as much as they did her top, but she wanted Nina to understand why she was being punished, so that she could truly learn from it, and perhaps, find ways to get herself into trouble later on. Given the difference in their mental capacities, Marissa was a lot like a mother to Nina...they just shared a very twisted relationship, one that became even more sadistic as Marissa unloaded on her robotic slave, smacking the wide, flat tool against her ass with a renewed ferocity.

SWACK! The air rushed around both edges of the tool, making a satisfying swoosh echo through the room before it slapped upon Nina's rear with such a force that the robotic vixen couldn't help trying to jump right out of her chains, to no avail. Her body continued to tremble in the inescapable bondage, but that wasn't enough for Marissa, who was determined to get her money's worth, if she only had one chance to truly vent all of her frustrations. She had the perfect submissive: one that she could teach as she went along...and one that could take literally any punishment that she could dish out.

With that in mind, taking the smaller of the two wrenches and pressing it up to Nina's tailhole, even without any lubrication, save for the dribbling stream of vaginal fluids that poured down into the pucker, simply didn't seem like that cruel of a punishment.

"I can make you beg for anything if I want to, Nina...it's just a matter of telling your mistress what you need. How can I make a naughty little vixen like you cum...?"

Programming wouldn't be able to tell Nina that she should be in pain from having something without a drop of lubrication shoved into her tailhole, but somehow, there was an appreciation in the back of her increasingly organic mind that said she should be suffering. Her jaw hung open, and her artificial breasts heaved as Marissa continued pressing the handle of the wrench further into her simulated anus, no doubt causing damage to the workings within.

Somehow, despite having no mortal mind to appreciate it, Nina knew that she was in terrible pain, and yet, her systems were overwhelmed with a pleasured response, one that went well beyond the protocols of her basic programming. The two sensations mingled together within her artificial intelligence, and just by the look in her eyes, Marissa could tell that her message was getting through, loud and clear.

"T-take...take me apart..."

Her answer, however, wasn't exactly what Marissa expected. "What was that, my sweet little cum dumpster?"

Nina wished she could gesture at her hips to point out where her wire frame separated in the middle, but with her arms bound by the massive chains, she could only nod her head weakly in the direction of her legs, trying to confirm her idea. "Pl-please, Mistress Marissa...take me a-apart, and ravage me...so that I might know true pleasure...and pain..."

"I had no idea that a robot could be such a freak..." Marissa thought aloud, bringing a pawtip to the pout of her lips. She looked over Nina with a newfound appreciation for the depths of artificial intelligence, and if she'd known just what kind of desires Nina could have pulled from thin air, perhaps Marissa would have gone about her torture differently...but what was done was done, and Marissa was enjoying herself far too much to stop what she was doing. Tearing the robot in half didn't exactly appeal to her, but then again, everything about this experience was entirely new to her...and she could always find a way to enjoy it. "But...very well, Nina. I'll show you what pain really is."

Just like the repair shop that it was modeled after, there was a small set of switches by the side of the work bench that Nina was chained to. The controls there operated the hooks on the ceiling, and with a practiced flick, Marissa flipped a switch that began to hoist Nina up higher in the air, so she could dangle over work bench in total helplessness.

There was only one problem: Nina was still chained down to the work bench by her chest, and her body simply wasn't lifting, no matter how the hooks pulled against her body. There was, however, an unsettling creeeeeeak as the metal wire frame of her endoskeleton began to bend and warp under the pressure of the pull.

For Nina, it wasn't just a painful pleasure. It was a simply glorious agony, one that left her hips to thrust against the air, and her legs to shake within their bondage as her circuits literally began to overload. The reserves of false, feminine arousal were nearly tapped dry from the gushing flow that continued to pour out of her synthetic womanhood, and internal mechanics that acted as vaginal muscles were squeezing rapidly around the wrenches within both of her holes. It was a fascinating display for Marissa to watch, one that she couldn't help from enjoying in the most personal way, as a paw dipped right into her tight, skin-grabbing denim and under her thong.

"That's it, Nina...break for me, baby...I want to see you ruined!" Marissa ordered her new sexual slave, knowing full well that she couldn't possibly move, and of course, there would be a punishment for that later on. Eager pawtips worked feverishly at Marissa's clit as she watched the hooks continue to struggle to lift and move the robot, while the frame of her body finally started to yield and come apart. Bolts were shearing and welds were breaking as Nina's lower half gradually moved toward the ceiling. It was only a matter of seconds before her lower half tore away from the upper half of her wire frame, and in turn, only a matter of time before she gushed her ejaculatory reserves, certain to make a mess of Marissa in the process.

The first spray of fluids was violent at the very least, and without an ounce of shame about it, Marissa began to work the fluid down from her top and into the confines of her panties, happily using the extra lubrication to finger against her erect, buzzing nub. She could feel her knees growing weak as an orgasm was fast approaching, but it was clear that finished behind Nina, who writhed uncontrollably on the table, learning to cry out in a way that no robot ever could before. "Mi-mistress Marissa...I can't take it...I'm...I'm c-cumming! Yes! Hurt me more!" she cried out, her voice filled with a depth and emotion that could never have been programmed into her. The metal of her frame continued to stretch and nearly separate, but it was actually the chains around her chest that finally lost the battle. The shoddy knot that Marissa tied them in earlier came undone, and the sudden rush of pressure flung Nina up at the ceiling, hung upside down by her ankles. Her own juices continued to erupt from the squirming walls of her cunt, having nowhere to go now but down over her body, covering her false fur in a thin, glistening coat of desire and leaving Marissa breathless at the sight.

Nina was just durable enough for her body to survive the test. Her frame had been stretched and nearly separated, but she survived, and finally, she dangled from the ceiling, her arms hanging up over her head in an expression of exhaustion that she wasn't supposed to know how to feel.

A quiet gliiiiisch was muffled by Marissa's panties as she came into them, and she bit her lower lip, trying to keep her voice down, not wanting her new submissive to know just how much she'd enjoyed the little display. Beads of sweat upon her forehead and a flush in her cheeks were impossible to hide, however, and the stringy webs of liquid desire upon her pawtips hung around as another clue, as she pulled them free from her pants. "Mnnn...ha...ha...look at that, Nina...you finally found your breaking point. You're quite a talented little sub, especially for a rookie..."

There was no response. Sexual exhaustion often took the breath away from a person, but Marissa was immediately worried...a robot shouldn't be able to experience that, nor should it have any trouble replying to a simple statement.

"Nina...?"

Swinging back and forth slowly from the ceiling, there was still no audible response...but Nina made the slightest of gestures with her paws at Marissa, and the coyote stepped a little closer to her hanging pet.

Engineers watched closely at the moment, and as they watched the 'vital' signs upon their computer that indicated Nina's performance, they were shocked to see that her processor was still functioning, but somehow, at a lower level, similar to the experience of an organic creature being drunk, or high. She was so deep in pleasure and pain that she'd almost literally drowned in them, and in the aftermath, she needed something that no robot had ever needed before: comfort.

Robotic or not, Marissa could see that need, and she climbed up on the work bench, sitting close to Nina's dangling head. She leaned in close to it and nuzzled it, and was immediately surprised to feel Nina's arms wrapping around her. It was that much clearer to Marissa what had happened than it was to the engineers, but then again, she had experience in this.

"I've gone and whooped your ass right into subspace, haven't I?" she asked, knowing the kind of surreal high that a submissive could experience during a particularly rough session. "Just flow with it, Nina. You'll come out of it soon...and you'll have another punishment waiting for you."