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Chapter 9
by Shibbar
Left or Right?
Left
You go left around the table, taking slow steps. Everything goes well until suddenly you trip over a loose cable, falling forward and crashing against a stack of metal... somethings! Whatever it is it falls over, and the noise of thousands of little things falling and clattering against the floor murders the silence. Then, when the racket settles and your heartbeat has a chance of calming down you hear a strange whirring sound, and looking at the source of it you see two menacing, piercing red eyes floating a few feet off the ground. The lights narrow as your eyes meet, and whatever it is it growls, nearing closer. A second pair appears a few feet away, and then a third, and it's at this point that you begin to scramble in no perticular direction other than away from those eyes.
You don't manage to do much before they're upon you, tearing at your clothes with sharp, metallic teeth that leave scratches and blood. You scream as you flail, punching and pushing against the robotic assailants. You're pinned, one of the bodies holding you firm against the ground.
Suddenly the lights turn on, and everything comes into view. The things pinning you to the floor are mechanical hounds, sleek and slender with black chitenous plates. Their maws are like bear traps, and you're amazed at how they haven't bitten off chunks of your flesh off by now. Looking at this mess is the woman you saw earlier, the one working on the fembot. You see her face clearly now, wrinkled and mature, somehow cruel looking, like a stern no-nonsense teacher. Perhaps it's the eyebrows seemingly stuck in a permanent diagonal position. Her eye twitches in anger.
"How the hell did you-" She catches herself, scrunching her face up into something between a snarl and a disgusting grimace. "-never mind. Initiate capture protocol!"
One of the houds emits a pink gas from it's mouth. You recoil, but the gas **** your nostrils. If you had to describe it it's like glass shards covered in Tabasco being **** down your lungs. You let out a single, pained scream that gets cut off abruptly as you go limp and pass out.
Your vision goes black.
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Trapped in a Fembot
Escape the fembot programming facility... preferably in your original body!
You wake up to find yourself strapped to a chair. You can't remember where you are or how you got here, or even your own name. But one thing is for sure; you have to escape! (This story is complete.)
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- Fembot, Robot, Tranformation, Brain, Transplant, Weird, Variable, Short, Lesbian, Dress, Male to Female, Future, Android, Humiliation, Gangbang, BDSM
Updated on Jan 6, 2020
by Shibbar
Created on Aug 26, 2017
by Shibbar
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