The dungeon

Next, Five-Fourteen was led by her leash back to the X-3 lab where she had been staying for the last week. The fetish bots always set their bondage gear and equipment every night turning the space into their private sex dungeon. A few other models had been lured, invited, or volunteered for a night of fun, sexy ****. Five-Fourteen passed an X-4 catgirl futa with her synthetic genitals trapped in a tight ring that prevented her from cumming while an X-3 fucked her ass with a strap on and they prodded her with an electrical device from maintenance since they weren't allowed to have cattle-prods.

"Wow!" one of the X-3's said when she saw Five-Fourteen's new predicament, "Is that my old room mate?"

Her pod must be right next to mine.

"Arf!"

"Oh my god that is so cute!" she squealed.

"Room mates are people, Three-Sixty," Sabrina, "She's a not a person anymore, are you, Pet?"

"Arf!" Five-Fourteen tried to protest but the virus only let her show outward happiness.

"Somebody pour a bowl of biofuel for her," another sexbot said, "No a bowl of cum." Another X-3 grinned wickedly and took the restraint off the catgirl's cock.

"Now you can cum, catslut," said the bot anal fucking her. The X-4 came right on command after being pent up all night, filling the small bowl all the way to the brim. They placed the bowl on the ground in front of Five-Fourteen, but just as she started to lap it up like a thirst puppy, one of the X-3's kicked the bowl and the synthetic cum splashed all over her face.

"Did you see what she did Sabrina!" the X-3 laughed evilly, "Good Girls don't spill cum all over the floor."

"That was a bad girl, Pet," Sabrina said, "Lock her in the kennel."

What! No I'm a good girl!

They couldn't hear her thoughts though, and they yanked her hard by the leash and locked her in a tiny cage in the middle of the room so they could all have fun humiliating an torturing her.

"Hey somebody go find Five-Oh-Three, she has to see this!" Five-Fourteen whined and whimpered but it fell on deaf ears and they had their way with her. One shoved a electrically charged dildo up her ass while a futa bot fed her a yummy sausage and then came all over her face again.

"She might bite better put a muzzle on her!"

YES YES A MUZZLE!

"Arf! Arf!" she tried to back away but the cage was too small and they locked her face up in a tight metal cage. From her position she could see other models in similar situations. The X-3's had gone back to torturing the poor catgirl again, but the look on her face showed she was enjoying it start to finish. One X-1 had morphed into a pretty wood elf and was gagged and shackled to the wall while the fetish bots experimented with various sex toys on her, until finally an X-4 futa werewolf came up and violently fucked her against the wall.

Five-Oh-Three finally showed up, and since Fourteen's humiliation was her idea, she ordered every futa bot in the room to encircle the cage.

"I think our new puppy needs a bath, girls," Oh-Three, "What do you think?" The other sexbots cheered and started stroking their synthetic cocks until one after another they coated every inch of Five-Fourteen's synthflesh in a massive bukkake.

"Okay I think's she's had enough of the cage," Sabrina finally said, "Let her out now, but get the bindings and the clamps."

This was where Five-Fourteen's nightly external damage came from. The X-5's like her couldn't automatically repair superficial damage because they weren't designed for such **** bondage as the X-3's. She was tied down to the ground by her neck, and to the bar above her by her wrists, and much tighter than any human could take so the bindings sliced right through her synthskin.

This again? The humans are going to find out if we doing this.