Museum of Modern Technology 3
Story by TikTikKobold on SoFurry
Charity tries to hide from the strange robomaid in one of the many exhibits at the Museum of Modern Technology, but she doesn't find what she expects inside...
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The arms plop her down on a small dial, and the dial spins around, quick enough that Charity instinctively pulls her legs in so as not to hit anything. But as soon as she fits in the disc, it springs upward, sending her up to a higher chamber.
Lights flash on, and Charity brings an arm up to protect her eyes, but more mechanical arms pull a red ribbon around her, bringing her arm against her chest. She protests, trying to grab the ribbon that's binding her chest, squishing her breasts against her, but more ribbons wrap around her arm, making her like a mummy.
She kicks, trying to get herself to sit up again, but another hand grabs her leg and pulls it aside. One more pops up with a roll of tape and presses it up against her pussy. She yelps as the tape rolls up along her body and up over her mouth.
Taped and wrapped as she is and caught in the grasp of one of the robotic arms, Charity can't help but let out a little groan. After all, this is the rough kind of treatment she's grown to love from her lovers. Maybe someday, somewhere, someone will make a mechanical lover like this, and it can be as rough to her as it wants. But for now, she's in a machine not built for it, and it could get dangerous at any moment!
She snaps out of this fantasy as hands grab both of her legs by the ankle. She squeaks as they push the legs up against her chest. Another set of hands scoop up under her butt and lift her up, causing her head to bend forward until her chin touches her collar. Frantically, she glances around, trying to figure out what's going on, but the tape comes out, wrapping around her legs once, twice, three times, keeping them pulled up against her body.
The mechanisms let go of her, causing her to fall roughly on her rump. All goes quiet, save for the frantic beating of her heart and the soft groans that come out of her. Sure, she loves being a doggy sometimes, but she never tried bondage this extreme before. But after the first few seconds of quiet, Charity whimpers, realizing that she is now a perfect package for museum workers to discover in the morning.
She tries rolling back and forth, trying as best as she can to get away from this display, but all she can manage is knocking herself over to her side. With all of her body bound up, there's no way she's getting out, not without help.
That's when the machine springs back to life. Desperately, she lets out muffled cries to let it know she's not some box, but the robotic hands pull long sheets of wrapping paper around her. They lift her up, sliding paper around her, while others folded the paper by her back. She hears the snipping motion of large scissors, then the tearing of the paper. Then, the whole thing tightens around her body, when the hands obviously wrap a bow around her.
Okay… now she is a perfect gift for an employee to find.
The writhing package is as round and as perfectly wrapped as a human-shaped lump can be. Once the device finds its work satisfactory, a green light dings. The disc then tilts up, sending Charity tumbling down the release shoot. But, as she rolls down, she catches speed and tumbles out onto the floor with a few exaggerated grunts.
Groaning and dizzy, Charity slumps back as best as she can, despite the tape keeping her head down. Damn it all. The only saving grace here is that her friends are not ever going to see her in all of these embarrassing situations. Even if she can't sleep and if they don't come in to help her, there's absolutely no way that this night can get any crazier.
But, the sounds of a whirring motor grow louder in the hallway. Charity's eyes widen and she thrashes around, trying to pull her arms free. But she's so tightly bound and her arms are in such an awkward position, that all she can do is make the package bounce and rock around, rolling over one space, right onto the robot's track.
Charity is scooped up and brought up close to a whirring and vibrating machine. She's carried almost like a baby out of the way to some unknown destination. Once dropped off, she seems to be on some kind of elevated surface, but she's not quite sure where.
Suddenly, the coverings over her eyes rip off and she stares face-to-face with Robetty.
“There you are, miss." Robetty says. “We must continue. Please, let me clean this up for you."
Charity screams out “Help, Help! anyone!? Crazy robot!"
With quick, tornado-like movements, Robetty rips off every piece of covering off of Charity, even ripping off the tape that runs up from her pussy to her mouth. She tears up as it plucks up stray hairs like a waxing, but soon snaps out of it when she notices two things. First, she's not free to stretch out and sit up, which she does. Second of all, Robetty is completely and totally preoccupied with picking up pieces of wrapping paper, humming a tune to herself.
Charity licks her lips and gently slides her toe down onto the floor, pausing only to notice something. Robetty is… smiling? She has a face now? This pause causes her to slip and she hits her head on the table.
Hissing, she grabs her head, only to see Robetty turn to face her. Yelping, Charity hops back up and runs into the dark corridor once more!
“Miss Charity…!" The voice of the robomaid rises up from the darkness behind her, but Charity continues her slippery and awkward run away from the machine once more. Every time she sees her, Robetty is different. What is happening here? What does it want with her? Probably something embarrassing again. Well, no more. She's going to find a way out for certain… but first she needs to make sure she's hidden. No more boxes this time. Perhaps she'll just hide behind something?