The woman

For a moment, you consider the man and all the exciting ways your robot could ruin his sac, but the way the woman is already staring at you already has your pants tenting.

You don't need to say anything, Dr. Johnson follows your gaze and smirks. She gestures for you to start and you do so excitingly.

You approach the girl, whose eyes are wide and already filling with tears. "What is this? What are you going to do to me?"

You stroke her cheek, "Aw, pet, already crying? The fun part hasn't even begun yet."

You enter a command on your remote and your robot springs to life, menacingly wheeling around the captive girl. Already, her tears are falling down her face as she looks on, terrified, as your creation stops in front of her. You grin and enter a command.

A fist forms from your robot and surges forward. The meaty thud of an impact has you shivering and has her screaming. You swipe the command again and again and again.

Each meaty impact has the woman hollowing in pain and soon they are joined by the man's screams. You look and notice that Dr. Johnson's robot is at work. Two hands have formed and taken a ball, crushing it between metallic fingers and pulling on them viciously.

You grin and change commands, so now a pincer has formed and is pinching and pulling on the woman's poor clit. She screams and wails, thrashing in her constraints.

For a few minutes, her screams are louder than the man's but that changes. You look again, and sure enough now Dr. Johnson's robot is yanking and twisting the man's sac. His balls are red and swelling as their pulled away from his cock.

You turn back to the woman and stop your command. She looks at you, hopeful, but your dastardly grin has a new wave of tears falling. Your robot's fist returns and begins pounding her clit like a jackhammer. Her wails are surely louder than the man's and you smirk to yourself, knowing that Dr. Johnson is looking at your smug self.

You feel something yank on the back of your collar and for a moment you fear that you've upset her, but she simply pulls you to sit on a bench. Dr. Johnson sees your expression and smirks, "Scared?"

"You wish."

Both of you wildly play with your new pets. You switch between all sorts of commands, admiring each new scream and sob you elicit. Your robot switches between punching and pinching and roughly grinding the swollen clit.

Dr. Johnson's robot is twisting and punching and crushing the man's balls. His cries are becoming more **** and incoherent. He's struggling wildly but you know they are all for naught.

The woman is thrashing in her constraints too, and knowing that the only way she'll be free is with a popped clit has your pants becoming too tight for comfort. You struggle to undo your pants with one hand but Dr. Johnson comes to your aid. She smirks and you grin, "Do you want to go first?"