A feminine robot is strapped to a sturdy steel chair, stripped nude down to her pale synthskin. Numerous cables stream out from your array of high tech equipment, across the floor of your workshop, and over to the robot-girl where they are plugged into various ports across her head and body. Although the gynoid is fully conscious all deliberate motor control below the neck has been deactivated and her voice box is muted. All the robot can do is glare at you with vibrantly glowing optics while her perfectly molded synthetic face scowls at you.

"This cable is connected directly to your primary nociception array," you tug lightly on a cable connected to the base of the robot's skull.

"And this," you pinch a control knob and twist it several notches clockwise, "is 24 volts."

You flip the switch and sending power coursing through the cables connected to the robot. The robot's head jerks around and her mouth opens, but no sound is emitted from her muted voice box.

"Of course that is far too low to cause any lasting harm to your circuitry, but I'm willing to bet it hurt," you say, resetting the voltage knob to its original position. "And don't you worry, we can do so much more."

You move to a different control panel and tweak some settings.

"This one is a bit more complicated than simply frying your brain, but I think you will find the effect quite... pleasing. Literally. Normally your pleasure receptors are heavily regulated, but we can easily hijack that system and activate them all at once."

You flip the switch