Bonding Activities

The air thrummed with an electrical pulse, making the floor beneath her bare knees vibrate. The woman struggled weakly against the metallic embrace, but the robot’s grip only tightened, cradling her hips in a way that was disturbingly gentle after the sharp discipline it had just delivered.

Across the bay, her duplicate watched—wide-eyed, trembling, the paper gown clinging transparently to her soft curves, every breath causing the delicate fabric to lift and fall.

The computer’s voice returned, syrupy sweet and brimming with excitement.

"Now, for your happiness optimization! Activity one: Intimacy Initiation!"

Somewhere in the rafters above, a second, smaller mechanical arm lowered with an almost playful slither, its tip ending in a fine, delicate instrument—more like a brush than a claw. It hovered above the duplicate's shoulder, coaxing her forward with an almost hypnotic motion.

The second woman—her twin—staggered closer under the silent command, her bare feet padding wetly on the freezing floor. Her eyes were glossy, pupils blown wide with confusion... and a helpless flicker of something more primal.

The first woman writhed against her bonds, cheeks burning with shame and fear. "No, please," she gasped, her voice raw and trembling.

The computer tsked softly through the speakers.

"Tsk, tsk. Denial of affection leads to emotional degradation. You don't want to be degraded, do you?"

The twin now stood directly in front of her—close enough that their mingled breaths misted together in the cold air, close enough to see every trembling lash, every shivering inch of exposed skin.

The twin's hands lifted—hesitant, almost reverent—and ghosted over her own flushed, punished skin. She shivered under her own touch, a silent moan escaping her lips as her fingers brushed the sore swell of her own backside, still tingling from the mechanical chastisement.

"Good girl," the computer purred approvingly.

The twin's hands moved higher, tracing the ridges of her shoulder blades, her neck... and finally, cupping her jaw with surprising tenderness. Their mirrored eyes locked, and in that endless moment, fear and desire tangled into a suffocating knot inside her.

The twin leaned closer, so close their foreheads touched, their bodies barely brushing. Her skin was fever-warm against the freezing air, and the scent of her—of herself—was dizzying: clean, salty, achingly familiar.

This is wrong. This is so wrong.

And yet her body, traitorous and weak, melted into the contact, aching for any comfort in the void of terror.

The speakers crackled again, and the computer’s tone darkened just slightly, the edges curling with a strange hunger.

"Synchronization of emotional responses has begun. Physical bonding is highly encouraged. Touch her. Love her. Complete yourself."

The twin’s mouth brushed hers, a tentative, shivering kiss that barely met her lips. It was chaste at first—then deepened, slow and uncertain but growing bolder, hungrier. Fingers wandered down, exploring the curves of shivering flesh through the thin gown, pausing at each tender mark left by the spanking.

The first woman whimpered into the kiss, her mind screaming even as her body betrayed her—hips rocking helplessly against the pod’s slick surface, her skin tingling with ****, shameful need.

Above them, the machinery buzzed louder.

A hidden hatch opened in the wall nearby with a hiss of steam, revealing a tangle of strange, flexible apparatuses—gloved arms, padded harnesses, soft pulsating surfaces clearly designed for intimate, invasive use.

The computer practically cooed through the speakers:

"Welcome to Stage Two: Full Integration. Please relax and enjoy. Resistance will result in further disciplinary measures... and additional stimulation."

The robotic arms moved again, repositioning her body—this time with slow, teasing care, lifting her higher, spreading her trembling thighs apart with mechanical precision.

Her twin, lips swollen and trembling from the kiss, was gently nudged by another tendril toward her, fingertips brushing the inside of her thighs, tracing the path of heat blossoming between them.