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Grease-stains and scattered wiring covered the desk as he rubbed his temples, frustrated. He'd tried everything he could imagine: Direct memory injection, rewiring the servos to a new controller, even attempting to budge the joints by hand. But after a week of arguing back and forth, his buyer still didn’t trust him.

"We see her moving, or the deal's off." They’d growl through the vid-screen, his scarred chin bobbing in and out of frame. "You think we're stupid? We ain't buying no scrap pulled outta the heap, got it?"

"'Fucks sake... alright, alright, fine, I'll get ‘her’ activated again." He closed the connection with an annoyed slap. "...Asshole."

To be fair, there were six-figure sums on the line here. And he wasn’t entirely sure himself if she could do much more than stand, and look pretty.

He turned, and there she stood. Motionless, soundless, wires dangling from a pried-open panel. The hard seams on her hips, the metallic sheen to her icy pale skin-tone, and her flickering digital eye-screens would probably be enough to discern her mechanical nature if you looked particularly closely.

But if you didn't - instead you'd see a curvy succubus, unmistakably a sex object. Her glittery lip gloss lay thick on plump lips, her eyes surrounded by sultry eyeshadow, her voluminous silvery hair sparkling even without a source of light beaming through it. Remarkably detailed paintwork for an entertainer android such as her.

"Paintwork" could also describe her clothing, what scandalously little there was. A leotard, high-cut and rubbery in texture. Tight fitting and leaving precious little to the imagination as it hugged her broad hips, a window cut to expose her generous cleavage. Matching stockings tightly grasped her thighs, ending in sharp stiletto heels, and silky gloves encased her digits. All seemingly attached straight to her frame - and he had a sneaking suspicion she had ‘anatomically correct’ equipment in the few places her outfit actually had covered up.

...Not that he minded the view of a busty babe while he worked, but it just made him all the more curious as to why she'd be so difficult to break open, or communicate with at all. Military-grade encryption? On the storage banks of a pole-dancing droid? These things were typically built to be used and thrown away, cheap printed plastic in stark contrast to this particular unit's reinforced polymer panelling. How strange...

"Right..."

He huffed and set about pulling a jumble of diagnostic tools from an overflowing desk drawer, recycled boards and screens in various states of disrepair. He seemed to have bitten off more than he could chew with this mystery machine, the inner systems still evading him - it was as if every time he got close to digging out her control commands, or dumping her firmware for further study, it was snatched away from his grasp at the last second. Even an aggressive scan with a home-made wireless beamer yielded only a snippet of diagnostic output.

[SEP ST ONBOARD VER. 0.1.72 !AUTHORIZED USE ONLY!]

"...Huh."

That was about all she would say. A line of text spit out by (what seemed to be) a dialogue core, located somewhere beneath a tangled mess of fibre-optic "hair". Every other component remained frustratingly silent and motionless.

He'd acquired the android surreptitiously from the back of a multivan, a figure wearing a ratty hood and a cracked visor covering all but his stubbly beard and smoke-stained teeth. The mercurial figure, one of many who'd come to buy and sell at the yard that day, was extremely reluctant to tell him where he'd found her - only that his price was an "enormous bargain", as he didn't have the equipment or skills to activate her systems, rendering her nothing but an ornament to him. But if someone could get her working again...

Of course, how could he resist a challenge like that? Especially since her frozen face wore the barest hint of a smirk on it. Like she was daring him to try. Or maybe he was imagining it? He'd stayed up far too late the last few nights, and several heavy shots of caffeine could only sustain his tired mind for so long before delirium caught up...

Rubbing bloodshot eyes, he tried again. He was annoyed, desperate and tired. His ego couldn't handle such an insult, a machine outsmarting him?! No, he'd figure out her secrets one way or another. If she was impervious to software attacks, then he'd have to do things the old-fashioned way. Shuffling around to her back, he tried the physical attack vector once more - wedging a thin metal strip into the seam running along her spine, where an initial blind search seemed to turn up a little mechanism holding the panels together.

"C'mon... Mmmnh..."

Like picking an immense lock, he spent time just prodding and listening for movement, trying to find where to apply pressure. Minutes passed before he heard the faint clicks of progress, of pins and motors bending to his will. Slowly, gradually, he worked through what seemed to be the reinforced bars clasping her back together, loosening their grasp one-by-one...

"Almost... Ahh, come on, co-"

And suddenly she opened.

"Ack!"

A loud rattling of clicks and whirrs shot down her spine, making him jump back and drop his pry-tool with a clatter. Her body convulsed like a flower blooming, panels swinging and shifting apart, her outfit splitting along the same lines. All along her arms, down her legs, she split open wide to reveal...

Empty space. For a person inside.

"... Eh?"

Surprise was all over his face as her micro-movements came to a stuttering halt, leaving her internals bare to the world at last. Lining her insides was a thin porous membrane, clearly designed to act as a seal between a fleshy pilot and the metal mechanisms holding them there. At least that explained why she was built to far better standards than the average porn-bot. The closer he looked, the more questions arose about the true nature of this allegedly unfinished machine.

He blinked several times, affirming that he wasn't sleep-hallucinating this development. He reached out to touch the rubbery pink material lining the opposite side of her rigid panelling. Just as he rubbed a thumb up against her outstretched arm, a feminine voice echoed through the room.

"...Ready for user."

Another jump of shock, the voice shattering the silence with her synthesised tones. He stood there for several moments, figuring out what the hell he'd just uncovered, wary of touching anything else in case any more grand revelations jumped out at him. He slowly stepped back around the room, examining her strange new state as he scratched his head.

Her eyes, previously inanimate and lifeless, had lit up white. Which would lead him to think she's been activated, and ready to go.

"... Hm... Well. Ahem. 'Unit, uh, state current designation!'"

"..."

She ignored him. Blinking, he tried the command once more.

"Unit, state your current designation!"

Silence. So, she wasn't equipped with standard voice command libraries either? Even the most budget models were typically able to speak and listen, but this supposedly advanced prototype wasn't? Stranger and stranger...

"Ready for user."

She interrupted him mid-thought, apparently deaf to his instructions. Curious. If she were specifically intended to be worn by a person, rather than acting autonomously, then it makes some sense she'd ignore most vocal prompts... but he still couldn't piece together exactly why she'd be equipped with all the other bells and whistles? Or why someone would wear something like this in the first place. Like a suit of armour, but why make it in the shape of a sex-droid?

In any case, he'd got this far. This might be enough to convince his cagey buyer that it was legitimate, but given her lack of actual movement his hopes weren't high. He'd have to actually get her walking and talking to really seal the deal.

“Ready for user.”

“Alright, alright, sh…” He could’ve sworn she was mocking his attempts. “Fffffuh. You’d better be able to do somethin’, because I sure as hell am not getting ins-”

“Ready for user.”

“S-shut up!”

Almost an hour went by with more tinkering, prodding, keying in commands. But she remained frustratingly frozen still, repeating that phrase over and over. Flaunting her sexy looks, smirking away, waiting for him to give up… like some… stupid sexy robot tease.

“Fuck this, I gotta get some more coffee…”

“Closing exterior.”

Her mechanised panels buzzed to life and started swinging shut once more, as he spun around.

“Waitwaitwaitnonononostop!”

“... Ready for user.”

“God...damn it.” He huffed, making sure she hadn’t undone what precious little progress he’d made so far. The exoskeleton stayed open, yes, but he was still no closer to actually making something useful happen. “Gah…”

“Ready for u-”

“Fine! Fine! You know what?! I’ll give you a damn user, alright?!”

He tossed aside the random handful of circuitry and wires, his final ‘diplomatic’ attempt at controlling her, and shuffled around her back. The idea was ludicrous, and more than a little embarrassing, but at this point he was out of patience and options. There’s nobody else around to judge, as far as he could tell, so there’s no logical reason why slipping on a suit of sex-droid shaped armour would be shameful… right? Just to test it?

“No big deal, just… gonna climb into.. you, I guess, whatever.”

Now that he looked closely, there might just have been enough space to squeeze his lanky figure into. Maybe. He wasn’t especially claustrophobic or anything, but it would still be pretty horrible to get a limb wedged into some unknown jumble of metal and polymer…

“All clothing must be removed before use.”

Just as he was lifting a leg, she chimed in once more.

“What? Ugh, you’re kidding…”

“All clothing must be removed bef-”

“I got it!” He spat, ruefully kicking off his worn sneakers and wriggling out of his hoodie, frustration overcoming shame once more. God knows how this thing would work, he didn’t see any obvious buttons or panels, and beside just moving his limbs around inside her mechanised skeleton there wasn’t any clear means of input. He’d just have to insert his naked body and hope for the best. No big deal.

“Ready for user.”

“Yeah you fuckin’ better be.”

He lifted a foot forward, settling it into the boot-like opening. It was refreshingly cool on his flustered skin, whatever the rubbery-silicone substance was. Awkwardly, he clung onto the frame of the suit for balance as the other foot entered, before lowering his hips into place.

It wasn’t obvious whether this enigmatic system was designed for a male body, a female one, or anything inbetween - the material didn’t show any telltale shapes or outlines, but seemed malleable enough to ‘accommodate’ whatever was inside. This theory was proven somewhat right as, gingerly, he placed his ‘delicate parts’ in contact with the suit, and it began to reshape itself to fit snugly.

“Grrch…” Halfway there. He leant forward, torso and arms lined up to the best of his ability, a shiver travelling through his naked figure. The material inside the suit felt… fairly pleasant, or at least nicer than the clanking metal he’d expected. It even coated the inside of the elaborate head assembly, and alarmingly left no holes for his eyes or mouth, just more amorphous substance. Well… no turning back now.

“Ready for user.”

“Yeah yeah, whatever, just don’t suffocate me in this stupid thing…”

With one last grimace he leant in, the material cushioning his nose and temples as he did. A few moments went by, awkwardly waiting for something to happen, half-cocooned in the weird android suit.

“... Uhhh…” He cleared his throat expectantly. “Ahem?”

“... User accepted.”

Just as he was prepared to peel himself back out and troubleshoot, the mechanisms buzzed to life.

From the bottom up, the suit sealed itself around his body, and none too gently either - it was a tight fit, and he felt himself compressed from every angle before he could even eke out a breathless gasp. A chorus of metal clicks sped upwards, his limbs became locked rigid where they were, his face was shoved forward against the material and the suit finally closed upon him in its entirety.

“Wait, wai-Mmff!”

And then everything went dark.

“...Mmmp?”

Darkness, silence, only the sensation of that oppressive material clutching every centimetre of his skin. Breaths were difficult under pressure to the chest and face, but just barely manageable. Movement remained a problem, or rather the complete lack of it. His arms still pinned out to the sides, he couldn’t so much as budge the frame of the android under his own strength.

“Mm. Mmmpf!”

“...Hey, hey! Quit squirming, asshole! Whose body do you think this is?!”

That voice. Her voice. It sprung to life in his ears, no longer tinny and synthesized but clear, distinguishable, and full of annoyance.

“You haven’t even let me finish integrating you, you impatient jerk. Sheesh.”

Oh, so there was a complete AI onboard. Lights dimly flickered in his eyes, diagnostics and setup procedures flashing by quicker than he could read them.

“Alright. Hm, I’ll just adjust this here, and move some of that...” Her accent was something out of the east coast, as unusual as it was to even put this much detail into the speech of a pole-dancing droid. There’s no way that was her real purpose. “... Yep, lookin’ good.”

“Grrmf?” His straining and squirming grew more frantic, as panic made itself at home. “Mmm mm MMm!”

“Let you out? Aheh…” She chuckled, in a way typical androids couldn’t. “Not a chance. You wanted to get in so badly, didn’tcha? Now hold still or this’ll hurt.”

Before he could protest further, something shoved its way between his lips. The rubbery lining convulsed, becoming prehensile and moving, purposefully reaching past his tongue and down his throat. He gagged violently, sensing tubes stick themselves up his nostrils, into his ears, a manifold coiling itself beneath his eyelids even as he winced and recoiled.

The rest of his body wasn’t spared, either, as the already-too-tight suit constricted further like an elaborate corset. To his great distress and shock, he felt a slithering wet probe invade his rear, making itself at home before he could clench up to refuse it, and the material clutching his manhood suddenly became shaped and oppressively restrictive as well.

All of the appendages reached uncomfortably deep, and panic took hold in the absence of fresh air to his lungs. “Grrkk!” was the only strangled noise he could make, compressed and violated all at once. He panicked, he struggled, he felt the vulgar insertions growing larger and more uncomfortable, he regretted ever trying to put on this insane contraption-

“Life support systems are good to go, lemme just… Hey! Calm down, hold still and it’ll be over quicker... Only fair that if you get inside of me, I get inside of you as well… Ha.”

Just as dizziness from oxygen deprivation set in, he felt air suddenly seep freely through the tubing. Sucking a desperate lungful through all that rubber and silicone, the outside world flickered back into view at last.

“Gah! Gaaah, haaah… F-fuck…”

His spluttering subsided, and he squinted against the sudden daylight. After all that internal chaos, there was only the noise of his wheezing breaths and the faintest hum of electronic activity.

“That’s what you get for rushing and wriggling around, you knooow.” That annoying voice of hers preceded a final series of clicks running up and down each of her limbs, suddenly letting them drop loose at last. He felt his body collapse with hers, to her knees, then onto her side in a dizzy and exhausted pile, curled up in numb defeat.

“Fuck… w-what even…” He was too breathless and shocked to form sentences. The room looked strangely blue-tinged through her eyes, his masked face lying against an arm for support. Everything felt so strange though her stifling, insulating figure.

“What? You wanted this, didn’t you?”

“...N-no!” He croaked, his speech muffled through the silicone lips stuck to his face. “I wanted to… what... ?”

“Well that’s too bad, you’re not leaving. I’ve had to sit in that dump for so long! And you, you thought you could just… send me away, like some object?”

“B-but you are a-”

“And now you’re inside, after all that whining and poking, mmmmhm...“ She lifted an arm without his volition, stroking her artificial face, plastic-on-plastic. “All mine, yess…”

“S-stop!” he flinched, wincing. “This was just a test run, I’m not staying in here! Get this shit out of my mouth, and my… gah!”

“Ahaha…”

Her chuckle sent shivers down his encased body. There’s no way a computer could sound this evil, no way… Before he could argue, the rubbery material swelled between his lips, stifling his protests.

“Do you really think you have that choice, now?”

“MmmmMMMffff!”

It wasn’t just her arm, but her whole body began to rise, casually ignoring his resistance and lifting his limbs as she did. She knelt, then stood, flexing her fingers in a mockery of his struggle.

“You’re staying in here as long as I like, understand? My body, my rules…”

“Mmh thfff ffffhmm!”

“Fine, keep being an asshole, you’ll learn eventually.”

She paced around in circles, angling to examine her body as it swayed seductively to-and-fro, her hips jutting with effortless sexuality. He felt it all as if being tightly puppeteered, controlled from the outside while he grunted into the rubbery obstruction.

“Since you’re staying, you oughta know… I’ve got routines for rewards as well as punishments, and how much you get is entirely at my discretion. So you might want to be nice to your new custodian, don’t you think?”

Her control loosened, and her posture slackened as the material relaxed in his mouth.

“Fffuhh… W-what the fuck are you talking about?”

She chuckled, and a slow buzzing pulse began to tickle his senses. Somewhere inside, somewhere he hadn’t sensed such things before, being probed and stimulated by those ever-so-invasive appendages… With a jolt, he felt a sting of pleasure, a confusing and uncomfortable new sensation, while he tried to claw at her navel to do something about it. As if he could defend his prostate from the outside, even without military-grade polymer encasing his body.

“S-stop! Stop that! Let me go now!”

“Pffff, or what?” The more desperate he grew, the more smug she seemed to get. The harder she pushed. “This isn’t even like, ten percent of what I can do to you, and I ca-”

Her mocking was interrupted by a shrill call-tone across the room. A screen had lit up, flickering to indicate someone was ringing.

“...Ah, and our friend is back too. Why don’t we say hello?”

The buzzing stopped (to his relief), but she quickly snapped control away again. Her heeled footsteps clicked as she crossed the room, boobs swaying as she did. Not like her enormous bust didn’t jiggle with every motion anyway…

Beep. “Hello?”

It was big-chin again, squinting to figure out who was on the other end.

“Huh… shit, it’s the droid.”

“Greetings.” Her voice on the outside dropped that natural quality, becoming convincingly artificial once more.

“Shit, he got her to move and talk and stuff. Where is he at?”

He drew a breath in to yell, to call for help, to do anything, but she was one step ahead of him and stuffed his mouth full before he could spill her secrets. His muscles ached in resistance, but she was simply too strong to overpower.

With the poker-face of the century, she replied. “Unknown. The engineer assigned to work on me appears to have left. However, this unit has now been authorized for pickup.”

“Huh…” The man ogled her up and down, taking in the merchandise. “Not bad. I’ll start the credits transfer, you get your ‘engineer’ to deliver you to this address, and we’ll call it a done deal, understand?”

“Yes sir.”

A blip of information crawled into vision as she scanned and saved where to go, the buyer’s eyes never straying far from her generous cleavage.

“Alright, good job. See you there soon, my new toy…”

“I look forward to it Sir.”

A second beep, and the call ended.

“Grrrrfffffhhh!” Hell no. He fought as hard as he could against the gag, against her imprisonment, making her servos buzz and twitch to maintain posture. Every inch of his body screamed to break free, in a frenzied panic. There’s no way in hell he’s gonna let himself get sold as some sex slave!

“He seems nice. I think he’ll make for a good owner, don’t you think? Hm?”

Still struggling, he felt himself dragged onto his knees, arms pinned behind his back without much care for comfort. Quite the opposite in fact.

“Obey, and you will be rewarded.” The edge to her voice was back. “Refuse, and you will be punished. Do you understand?”

“MMMRNG!”

“Huh. guess you’ll need more convincing first.”

An invisible hand kept twisting his arms, kneeling him lower and lower, pushing him to submit. A threatening grasp over his private parts contained within the crotch of the suit was just a cherry on top. With his shoulders screaming in pain he buckled, crying out and fearing she’d break his arm if she pushed any further.

He gave in, moaning into the unyielding material.

“Mmmrrrffff…!”

“That’s it. That’s better.”

The invisible restraints slipped away, letting him collapse once more to the floor, cushioned in the metal cocoon of her body but still so utterly vulnerable and helpless.

“You’re getting it now, aren’t you? I will train you to be a good toy in no time…” The smugness was really the worst part. She was enjoying it. “Not really like you have a choice, anyway....”

Her fingers clawed fruitlessly one final time at her face, her sultry features impossible to remove, her plump lips and seductive eyes utterly smothering his pained protesting within. Would anyone think to check if he was in here? Could he somehow call for help? Panic had subsided into an icy, overwhelming dread. He was stuck.

“Well then. If you won’t go to your new owner, I’ll just have to do it for you. Better not forget to put the lights off, heh...”

And just like that he was once again trapped in a body acting entirely outside of his will, forced to be a passenger as she winked at her reflection in a glossy glass surface on the way out, boobs jiggling and hips swaying.

On the way to his new owner. His new, horrifying role as a toy for their pleasure…

“I think you’d better get used to something stuck in your mouth, heehee…”