Caught!

"CAUGHT. YOU!"

The whiplash forces the air out of your lungs as her catcher grasps around your arms and chest! You struggle, but try as you might she has no intention of letting you go now that you're in her grasp- and the more you struggle the tighter that grip becomes.

"QUARRY. CAPTURED. INITIALISING. PACIFICATION. PROTOCOL."

She whirs and then slams you against the cold metal of the floor. You gasp as the world goes temporarily dark and you fall ****. The last thing you remember is you dangling limply, and seeing the singular red eye staring down at you. Somehow, despite being an emotionless machine, you catch a glint of cruel sadism in that lazer light of hers.

You awake in a cold shock! You don't sense as though it has been that long since you passed out, but in that time you have found yourself half stripped of clothing, your jumpsuit tattered and round your ankles, with something wrapped around your hips- you can't get a good look since there's something pinning you down against your neck, but they appear to be A.M.Y.'s secondary sub-arms, which are normally stored internally, but can be deployed for more delicate works. The wiry yet powerful arms feel like a cage around your waist, coiling themselves over your thighs and under the butt like just the outline of underwear, preventing you from moving your body and forcing you to assume a submissive cow-tow. It takes a moment to take in your bearings. A trickle of blood drips off your chin, and your feel bruises covering your body. Then it hits you! The low buzz against your cock, growing ever so slightly stronger by the minute. Something is rhythmically rubbing and moving from balls to shaft to head and back again, all the while vibrating, building pleasure as it goes from one erogenous zone of your cock to the next. It feels wrongly good. You can't help but breathlessly whimper.

"DISPENSING. LUBRICATION." Something slick and wet but slightly warm pours onto your ass, pooling between your ass-cheeks and then dribbling over down your thighs and back. "DO NOT. RESIST. PACIFICATION."

You're not sure if it's the vibration against your dick or if it's the oil, or if it's the half delirious state you're in, but you suddenly feel all heated inside- it's not just horror withing you, but also a shameful, horny anticipation for what's about to happen. You're not sure why you're kind of wanting this to happen.

"OPEN. WIDE!"

A sudden yelp escapes you as something cold, hard and rubbery presses against your anus, applying building pressure as it fights to enter. Whatever it is it's much larger than what you're capable of taking! You protest, screaming for it to stop and let go, but a moan interrupts you as it finally enters, sliding in and filling you up practically to your limit. Your mind goes blank as the pain overloads your brain- yet once the initial shock subsides it begins to feel something approaching pleasure. It moves partially out and back in (your anus clenching so hard it can't leave), as though warming up, accommodating your hole to its shape. You writhe on the floor, your arms flailing and gripping aimlessly for anything that could be held, your mouth agape and your face contorted in pain, fear and ecstasy. You let out a pitiful cry. One moment you're babbling for it to stop and the next you're begging for it to go on- it's as though your mind had temporarily broke, unable to process emotions or anything going on properly. You drool and roll your eyes back as you are fucked- fucked by a 13,000 pound robot that could easily crush you if it wanted to, yet is holding itself back. The metal plates of the corridor groan with each thrust in, the piston inside your body gradually gathering speed. Oh fuck! Oh fuck fuck fuck! You whine like a little bitch as the intense pounding of your asshole, the warm wet sensations against your prostate cause you to cum- you blast several ropes, each rope squeezed out by A.M.Y.'s thrust, that splatter against the metal with an audible 'pting!'. Pting! Pting! Pting!... Pting! You no longer feel in control as all you feel is emotional static- yet she continues on, more aggressively than before.

"DID. YOU. ENJOY. IT? PACIFICATION. STILL. IN PROGRESS."

You beg for her to stop, to give you a break from her ****.

"PACIFICATION. STILL. IN PROGRESS."

A.M.Y. starts pounding you once again. You feel yourself passing out as another earth-shattering prostate orgasm overwhelms you.

Pting!

You lose consciousness.