Fluffbot's Private Fun
After confirming with her friend, Fluffbot gently closes the door to her room for the night. It was a standard bedroom, having a medium bed and some closets. For her didn't matter. Not only did she have no need for clothes or a sleeping spot for organics, but she knew exactly what her evening would be comprised of for the night. She brings up the homebrew flash drive up to her face, taking in the details. Her friend definitely fashioned it to represent the contents of it. Lots of yellow caution signs and red symbols to warn anyone and everyone that this drive was dangerous. Plugging this into any standard computer would certainly brick it in little time. The excitement of a program destroying a robot from inside out, while certainly unnerving, gave Fluffbot a bit of excitement. She always wanted to feel a virus worm around her circuits but knew better than to try anything just found online. When her friend said they had crafted something that would scratch her itch for malicious programing, she got truly excited.
Eager to see where this will go, Fluffbot parts a portion of soft fluff behind her head to reveal a few ports. Extending the other hand to reach around and plug the flash drive in, she returns her arms to her front. Arms held up, she braces for what is about to occur. Not even a full 2 seconds after inserting the virus, a jolt of electricity comes from the port, causing Fluffbot's head to twitch. She is taken aback as the room, once only dimly lit by her screen face, is engulfed in darkness. Her friend warned that the program would have intense effects on her perception of everything, but experiencing it first hand took her off guard. The first feelings of fear arrive as she feels a firm hand cup the side of her head from behind. She could see its fingers just in her peripheral. The desire to turn and see what was there could not be acted on, as this program was keeping her completely still for now. Unable to move, Fluffbot tenses up a bit as a figure walks from the side of her field of view.
"You are mine now" The program stated. It's voice could be described as robotic and monotone. As it spoke, Fluffbot could feel the words reverberate throughout her circuits. So much power already displayed. A core part of her was so scared, but she felt so excited to see where this went, reaffirming to herself how stuck she was, struggling to mover her limbs even an inch.
Fear began to rise a bit more, however, as the fingers of the program extend far more than any natural human could. They began to snake around Fluffbot's wrist before yanking it up. It's hand detaches from the sleeve of the suit, floating around to wrap the arm around her neck tightly. Fluffbot goes to make a gulp but no sound is made.
"You are my toy"
The virus pushes the bot forward, causing them to lay backwards onto the bed. How did the push feel so real? She is a robot, why she feel pain let alone anything from a tight loop choking her neck? Hoping her friend didn't leave any permanent and detrimental effects in the virus, she stares off as the lines comprising the figure shift. The suit erupts in several pairs of hands now, reaching out to grab and extend the rest of her limbs. It took a bit considering how far they can extend normally, but once each section was at its limit, metal strands pooling across the floor, the arms began pulling them past their intended length. Fluffbot felt urged to cry in pain but only the sound of creaking metal could be heard.
"I will break you"
Fluffbot's discomfort increased as the arm looped over their neck tightened in rhythm to the stretching of their limbs. A brief pause in the pulling was followed only by tighter yanks at her body.
"Nothing more than scrap metal for me to SNAP"
The program punctuates their words by giving the toy's body the strongest pull yet. The words sending shivers along each wire comprising Fluffbot's laid out limbs. Their mind has a hard time process so many sensations at once, their vision growing static-y and blurred as the program repeats the word 'SNAP' over and over, amplifying the helpless toy as it is tortured with pain and pleasure. With one more 'SNAP', echoing through Fluffbot's being, their limbs finally give, stretching past their limit as electric pops and creaking metal is torn. The last few milliseconds of the last loud SNAP commanded by the program repeat in her mind, as her mind goes haywire. A few seconds of orgasmic glitching later and her body powers off, leaving the room in a mess.
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Fluffbot's friend goes to the door. Their agreed on time was up and it was time to check in on her. Opening the door was a bit difficult, as there was now broken metal partially blocking the entrance to the bedroom. It looked like several metal tendrils had taken residence. Carefully walking over each strand to not step on parts of her friend, they make way to the bed where a blank screen is hanging off the side. Unplugging the flashdrive and giving a few screen taps and head ruffles causes Fluffbot's screen to light up slightly. A tired face looks about, not really able to move what little it has attached to the head. Seeing her friend gave her a sense of reassurance that, while pleasurable, the program's session was over.
"I'm guessing you had fun?" the friend asks.
"It was extraordinary..." Fluffbot responds, before closing her eyes and turning the screen back off, deciding to relax and soak in the blissful, broken state she is in.
