Amiga moaned in despair, burying her head into her hands as she stared at her balance. Fifty-seven thousand stacks in debt.
She hadn't meant for it to get this bad. Really. Ok, maybe she lost a few times today. And yesterday. And the day before. But all she needed was one round to win it all back! Just one!
No point thinking about it now, though. Right now, she needed to get the fuck out of this casino before security came to collect her debt. Amiga pursed her lips as she caught sight of a trio of SEC drones detaching from the ceiling, inhaling deeply before bolting for the exit.
As she ran towards the exit, Amiga couldn't believe that her luck had run out like this. She was supposed to be the queen of the table, with stacks practically spilling out of her balance. She was supposed to be bumping shoulders with high society and charming the pants off every man she saw. Not... this. Running away from security like a common fucking thief.
Amiga apologized as she punched through a crowd of ladies, scattering them like leaves. Her stomach churned painfully as she heard the distinctive hum of SEC drone engines growing nearer, blood pounding in her ears as she tumbled through yet another group of unfortunate casino-goers.
Finally, Amiga burst through the doors to the speedstrip, heaving loudly as she watched the drones buzz angrily, pressing against an invisible wall that prevented them from leaving the casino. She couldn't resist the urge to flip them off as she jogged away, grinning victoriously as the drones disappeared from sight.
Just a few more hours until she reached Lower Dallaustin, and she'd be safe. Well, as safe as the understory could be, anyways. As Amiga strolled past neon signs and monolithic skyscrapers, her mind raced, calculating plans for her future.
She'd definitely need to pay Hwa-Qin a visit for another ID and Kimberly for a makeover, which meant that she'd have to work the brothel for a couple of months to repay them. But that was fine. She had experience with the brothel. This wasn't the first time Amiga had fled from the canopy, and she knew it probably wouldn't be the last, either.
Lost in her thoughts, Amiga didn't notice the large cyborg that was approaching her until it was too late. Her breath caught in her throat as the hulking mass of metal and synthetic flesh loomed over her, and she backed away slowly, her eyes darting around frantically as she searched for an exit. Amiga cursed inwardly as she felt a faint prick on her neck, weakly reaching out as she collapsed to the ground.
"Hey, boss? Yeah, I've got her. I still got firsts on her, right? ...Hell yeah."
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Amiga snapped back to consciousness, the memories of being captured and knocked rushing back to her. She tried to groan, but her mouth wasn't responding. An uneasy feeling filled her as she realized that her mouth wasn't the only part of her that was unresponsive. Almost like her body had just... gone missing.
Amiga's dread grew as she tried to open her eyes, only to be greeted with pitch-black darkness. She was trapped in a total vacuum of sensation, with only her thoughts to keep her company. What the fuck did they do to her?
As Amiga's mind raced, muffled voices began to slip through the vacuum she was inhabiting, snippets of conversation booming in her head.
"How... longer?"
"... few more... sir... upload was..."
"What about... protocols... wipe... compliance?"
"Yes... original... remains..."
Amiga blinked rapidly as a sudden burst of light filled the void, revealing a small, sterile room and two men, a thin man with salt and pepper hair, and the same cyborg that knocked her earlier. Amiga's heart dropped as she glanced down at herself, her vision swimming as she saw the sleek metal plates and soft silicon that had replaced her body.
Her exterior was made of spotless chrome, with sophisticated servos serving as her joints. Perky breasts and a plump pussy accentuated her perfect curvaceous figure, and Amiga couldn't help but feel a guilty sense of arousal as she looked down at her body.
"What the fuck? You-you-"
Amiga grimaced as she heard the synthetic tone of her voice, which sounded higher and sluttier than normal. Not only was her voice different, her mouth hadn't moved an inch at all. She brought a trembling hand up to her face, feeling a warm and supple O-shaped opening in place of her mouth.
"My-My body... you- this- can't be real!"
Amiga's voice faltered as she stared at the man and the cyborg in shock, feeling a warm tingle spreading through her body as she watched the man approach her.
"All of this over a measly fifty-seven thousand. Ah, if only the harvest laws weren't in place. But I suppose you could be more profitable in the long run..."
Amiga wanted to punch the smug grin off the old bastard's face as he leaned toward her, but her body wouldn't respond the way she wanted it to. Her fists kept unballing themselves as fast as she clenched them, and her body was frozen stiff. She could only glare defiantly as the man grabbed her chin, tilting her face up to his.
"I'll fucking-"
"Watch that attitude, girl. Otherwise, that personality matrix of yours might just go poof."
"... Sorry, sir."
"That's better."
The man gestured at the cyborg, who sauntered over to Amiga, a manic smile spreading across his face as he stripped, revealing a massive, gleaming metal cock. Amiga's breath quickened as she stared at the ridges and bumps covering the cock, and she slumped to her knees in front of the cyborg, gazing up at his member with glazed eyes.
"Go ahead, Uhlan. You've earned it."
Without warning, the hulking cyborg grabbed Amiga's head, forcing her mouth around his cock. Her head spun as Uhlan manhandled her, a delicious buzz of pleasure pulsing through her with every thrust he made. Her thoughts of resistance faded away as her mouth was filled with robot cock, replaced instead with a deep desire to please her user.
She could feel every inch of her new mouth tingling as Uhlan's cock pierced it, moaning as the various ridges and protrusions rubbed against her slick silicone lining. Normally blowjobs were a fucking chore, but this was different. The pleasure she felt as Uhlan fucked her mouth was intoxicating, especially when her mouth contracted around his cock, pressing against its bumps in just the right way.
Soon, Amiga was bobbing her head up and down by herself, feeling the gentle hum of her servos as she let her programming take over and control her body. Her mind went blank, focusing solely on the overwhelming sensation of pleasure coursing through her body.
Amiga barely noticed when Uhlan came, spraying synthetic lubricant down her throat. As he pulled his cock out and retracted it, she continued to bob and suck mindlessly on thin air, occasionally moaning and grunting.
"A natural whore, this one. And her personality matrix is so pliable, too. She's going to be quite the stack collector."
The thin man laughed as he grabbed Amiga's palm, tracing a pattern on it before releasing it. Amiga instantly slumped forward, her eyes dimming as she shut off.
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Amiga awoke with a jerk again as her circuits flared to life, sighing as she saw that she was still a sexbot. Glancing up, she saw the familiar neon sign of the casino she was in earlier, bathing her in an otherwordly blue glow, and the dark, smoggy sky above that. She sighed again, flexing her servos as she pushed herself off the ground. That old fucking bast-
Nnnnghhh. Amiga clutched her head, going cross-eyed as something wormed its way through her mind, making her shiver uncontrollably. They must've done something to her, fucked with her mind somehow. Amiga clenched her fists, feeling a surge of anger rise in her.
Hhhhnnngggggg. Amiga doubled over as her temple throbbed, feeling lightheaded as her head tingled like it had fallen asleep. Her fists unclenched as she slumped forward, twitching erratically. Dammit, whatever they did to her, it was potent. Amiga grimaced as she stood back up, feeling leftover aftershocks from the intense sensation she just felt.
"Hey there, droid. How much for a quick fuck?"
Amiga spun around towards the voice, scowling at the sight of a pudgy, unkempt, and clearly drunk man. Before she could tell him to throw himself out of an airlock, she felt a haze cloud her mind, hearing herself speak automatically.
"Only 200 stacks for a blowjob, sir! Make it 400 and you'll get a taste of my fresh robot pussy! And if you want to try breaching my backdoor, then it's only 50 more!"
"Damn, this droid's cheap as fuck! Wish it had bigger tits, but hell, for 400, I'll take it!"
The man chuckled to himself as he dragged Amiga to a nearby alley, grabbing her palm roughly as he scanned his pad against it. She felt herself uncontrollably talking again as he lifted his pad away from her palm and stuffed it back into his pocket.
"Thank you for your purchase, sir! Please enjoy this robot pussy to your heart's content!"
The fog clouding Amiga's mind thickened as the man pressed her against the stained walls of the alley, and she barely registered the soft rustle of fabric as he pulled down his pants, revealing a stubby, greasy cock. However, despite the pathetic size of the drunkard's member, Amiga felt her body flooding with pleasure as he stuck it into her pussy, instinctively thrusting against it.
Amiga's feeling of disgust vanished as wave after wave of intense pleasure rocked her body. She moaned and squirmed, desperately trying to push his cock deeper inside her. Her servos whirred frantically as she pressed against him, and her synthetic pussy clenched rhythmically around his cock, vibrating as it milked her customer for all he was worth.
"Yeah, take this fat cock, you fucking slut!"
Thanks to the onslaught of sensations her pussy was providing, it didn't take long for the man to cum. A warm sense of fulfillment washed over Amiga as she felt his cum flowing into her body, but as the pleasurable high dissipated and her mind cleared, she felt a hint of guilt creeping in.
"Oh, fuck, that was good. Gotta tell my buddies about this droid sometime. Wonder how much it charges for groups..."
Amiga yelped as the drunkard let go of her, clattering onto the ground as he tucked his penis back into his pants and walked away, not even sparing a second glance at her. Lubricant pooled around her groin as she lay in a crumpled heap on the ground, shameful thoughts forming in her mind. She shouldn't have let him do that. She should've done... done something.
However, Amiga's thoughts kept wandering back to the mind-melting pleasure she had felt a few minutes ago. Another jet of lubricant escaped her pussy as she tried, unsuccessfully, to clear her mind. Her head was full of conflicting thoughts, one side wanting more pleasure and the other trying to dismiss the experience.
Amiga trembled as she got back on her feet, her mind fighting her programming as she struggled to ignore the growing desire to let her new instincts take over. She had to stay in control of herself. Otherwise, she'd be working for the casino forever.
Amiga didn't even notice her body automatically pathing back to the casino entrance until she noticed the familiar blue glow out of the corner of her eye. Groaning, she turned away, but before she could duck back into the alley, she heard a voice catcalling her.
"Oh man, it really is my lucky day. Made about a hundred thousand stacks tonight, and now there's a smoking hot sexbot just standing outside. C'mere, gorgeous."
Amiga tried to resist the urge to face the voice, but the persistent tingle in her mind quickly wore down her resolve, and she let her body take over, swiveling her around.
"Hey, mister! Couldn't help but hear that you've got some money to spend~"
Amiga felt her mind cloud over as she sauntered over, wrapping her arm seductively around the man's shoulders while using the other to trace a line down the sleek contours of her body.
"No way, this one even has a sexdoll mouth! Oh man, I gotta see what it's got on the menu."
Amiga mindlessly leaned against the man, moaning softly as she felt him grab her palm and press his pad against it. She heard him murmur appreciatively as he checked his pad, bobbing his head as he tapped his pad a few times, then removed it from her palm.
"Thank you for your purchase, sir! Please use your pad to make modifications before we begin our session! Enjoy!"
Amiga's eyes fluttered as she felt an invasive, itchy sensation fill her head, making her mind even fuzzier. Her thoughts slowed to a crawl as new thoughts and memories flooded her mind, and she limply followed the man... no, her master, as he dragged her into one of the casino's private rooms.
"Alright, bitch. You know what to do."
Amiga's eyes literally lit up as her master dropped his pants, revealing a rugged, handsome cock. She couldn't resist the urge to stuff her face into his crotch, humming with delight as she rubbed her face against her master's balls.
"M-Master's cock! Smells... soooo good! Looks... soooo tasty!"
Amiga hungrily pushed her master's dick into her mouth, moaning gleefully as she felt it penetrate deep inside. She eagerly bobbed her head up and down his shaft, squeezing his erect cock with her mouth. It filled her up perfectly like her mouth was made for his cock.
More thoughts of pleasing her master flooded into Amiga as she sucked and bobbed on his cock, replacing the fog she felt with a focused desire to serve and please. She whined as her master yanked his cock out of her mouth, gasping as he pushed her to the ground.
"Master! Whyyyyy-"
Amiga shrieked in pleasure as she felt his dick penetrate her slick pussy, feeling her mind melt from the sudden assault of pleasure. She felt his cock throbbing inside her, threatening to explode at any moment. She was close too, but she had to wait until her master came.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity waiting at the edge, Amiga felt her master's cum flow inside her, and she trembled senselessly on the ground as her pussy clenched over and over again, milking every last drop from him.
"T-Thank you f-for your purchase, M-Master~"
Amiga's head lolled to the side as her body was wracked with pleasure, and she barely noticed when the man left the room. For the next few minutes, she mindlessly shook and twitched, her mind still lost in an ocean of bliss. She slowly regained her senses, groaning as she pushed herself out of the puddle of lubricant that had formed beneath her.
Fuck, did she really call that bastard 'master'? Amiga cringed as she clambered onto her feet, wincing as the fog lifted itself from her mind. No way she actually.... eurgh. She needed to stop losing control of herself. She probably could've convinced that rich bastard to buy her from the casino if she'd stayed in control. Fuck!
Amiga cursed as she felt her body moving automatically again, dragging her feet as she tried to resist the pull of her programming. She wasn't sure how much longer she could take this before she lost control of herself for good. She already felt her memories fragmenting, dissolving into the sea of pleasure that threatened to overwhelm her for good. If she wanted to escape, she needed to do it now.
Amiga's servos ground against her frame angrily as she stumbled outside, filling the air with a loud metallic whine. The desire to give in was persistent, constantly tempting her as she slowly walked away from the entrance of the casino. The further she got, the stronger the pull became, screaming at her to turn back.
Panting heavily, Amiga finally crawled past the alley, breathing a sigh of relief as she saw the comforting glow of skyscrapers and skyboards. She was... free. She hummed deliriously as she half-ran, half-stumbled forward, already making plans to find a hacker to rewire her.
Amiga squeaked in confusion as her body suddenly locked up, freezing in place. She took a nervous step back, then ran forward again, only to feel her body stop in place again. Shit. The twinkling neon lights of the canopy, once so comforting, now taunted her as she desperately tried to push forward to no avail.
"FUCK! That basta-"
Amiga suddenly clutched her head as a sharp worming sensation tunneled through her mind again. She desperately scrambled forward as she felt her memories and thoughts crumbling under the intrusion, painfully aware that she was about to lose herself forever.
"Nngghhh... Stop! Stop!"
Amiga screamed as she felt an enormous wave of pleasure wash over her, shuddering uncontrollably as she thrashed on the ground. Her memories were already gone, melted into the abyss of bliss that had corrupted her mind. She moaned softly as she felt her thoughts slowly changing as well, swallowed up by the relentless tsunami of pleasure. Amiga's mind couldn't handle it anymore. She felt her vision fading as she collapsed against the wall, her servos going deathly silent as she shut down.
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Amiga awoke with a jerk again as her circuits flared to life, sighing with delight as she saw that she was still a sexbot. Glancing up, she saw the familiar neon sign of the casino she was in earlier, bathing her in an otherwordly blue glow, and the dark, smoggy sky above that. She hummed happily, flexing her servos as she pushed herself off the ground. She couldn't wait to get to work~
On cue, she saw a drunk man stumbling out of the casino. Grinning, she sauntered over to him, squeezing his arm between her breasts as she whispered in his ear.
"Hello, sir! Looking for a cheap fuck? Look no further~"
Amiga felt a sense of contentment fill her body as the man's eyes lit up and he grabbed her palm. As she dropped to her knees, one last thought surfaced in her mind before it clouded over.
She fucking loved being a sexbot.