eye of the tiger

she does not have very athletic body... but does it really matter? She punches you as an old hand.
"I programmed myself with fucking ****! If not those stupid fembot limits I'd be a killing machine." She screams attacking you.

Her black body flexes, and she pours some water to simulate sweating.
"I don't get tired, bitch." You feel a particularly strong punch in your head.

"I thought OW robots weren't allowed OWWW hurt people! There's like Asimov law..."
"Assimov can suck my ass." she laughs, in a screechy way. "As long as you are alive and do not request a new robot, I am the mistress. I am the fucking goddamned law." She takes a large swing and hits you. You feel blinding pain in your stomach.

"Oh shiiit... I have almost unique sadist chip installed... Only 5 or so fembots have it... I love hurting men, it's not just my programming, it's my deepest need, without slaves I will shut down."

"Do you want Morgan to shut down, bitch?" She punches you in the balls. "Well, do you, punk?"
Her wet, curly hair shakes as she laughs, knowing that you won't ever disobey.