Engage in Copulation

You nod, drawing your body close to it. It's lips curl upwards into a smile, but something about it is off; it's as if it's going through it's programming, like the smile is just there because there's meant to be a smile. Still, it doesn't put you off much.

"Assuming the position," it says, spreading it's legs apart and leaning back on it's arms. It's lips part and it sticks it's tongue out in an invitation for a kiss. You lean in and kiss the fembot, your tongues dancing together, your body slowly but surely falling on top of it's, until it is lying on the table on it's back with it's legs dangling over the side, it's arms grabbing the table edge tightly. To your surprise it has saliva; it tastes artificially sweet, a little too sugary for your tastes, and it leaves a tingly fuzzy feeling in your mouth. The fembot disengages the kiss to gasp for air, which is strange as it's a robot, before clutching the back of your head, it's fingers digging into your hair, and pushing your head in for another round. It sounds just like a normal person would sound making out, with wet squelches and tiny moans travelling up the throat. But it's eyes stay open, which gives you the willies. They just stare into your eyes whenever you close your own, and quickly dart away when you open them. It's annoying, but it quickly becomes forgotten when it yanks down your pants with it's feet, freeing your aching cock from it's confines, poising it at the artificially moist cunt. You prepare to enter the fembot, to fuck it raw...

...when suddenly the door opens. It's the woman who was working on the fembot before, holding a cup of steaming noodles in her hand. 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. She almost doesn't notice you at first, but when she looks in your direction and sees what you're doing to her fembot she freezes, nearly dropping her noodles.

"Wha- How did you-" she stammers, "-initiate bind and capture protocol!"

Suddenly the fembot which just a moment ago was very willing to fuck you wraps it's arms around your arms like a twizzler, it's legs doing the same, bending with more joints than normal human limbs have. You struggle, but then it's mouth opens unnaturally wide, and it hisses a cloud of pink at your face. 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.