I can feel my heart pounding rapidly as the mechanical sound of footprints echo around the factory, along with the rusty creak of metal joints. The lights above me flicker on and off above me, and a feeling of total helplessness runs through my veins, I know she has to be around here somewhere, but where? The tepid scent of rusty metal assaults my senses, making it hard to concentrate as I try and formulate a plan to escape. Around me, through brief moments of light, I can see there's no way out of this mess, though, the mechanical monstrosity is fast approaching and there's no clear place where I can hide. Then, just when I think it couldn't get any worse, the lights flicker out once more, and the dim red glow of her eye streams in through the doorway, she's here.
My heart practically stops as she starts trying to force her way inside the locked room, the cacophony of screeching steel rings in my ears as her metal claws easily puncture the thick metal. With seemingly little effort, the door is then ripped off of the hinges, giving her access to my chamber. Standing in the doorway, her light illuminates the room, the dull red glow from her mechanical eye lighting up the entire room as she slowly starts to scan the area for me. It takes every ounce of willpower I have to not just pass out on the spot right here.
A muffled, glitchy sounding voice erupts from her speaker system, and while I can't make out what she's said, it's evident that she's found me as her body swivels towards my hiding spot. I don't know what she wants from me, but it's clear that there's not much I can do to stop her at this point. The fumes from her engine are starting to make me delirious, and the sounds of the gears and motors are starting to drive me insane. My body is shaking uncontrollably, and the urge to just give myself up to the assaultron is starting to become overwhelming.
Peeking over the pile of mechanical rubble, I try and get a better look of my assailant, like other assaultrons, she's a large, green humanoid robot, but it's clear she's seen better days. With rust around her joints and enough damage to her chassis that I can see her inner wiring and circuitry, it's clear that being left alone in this factory for years has damaged her beyond repair. It's also evident that the deterioration extends past the physical space, it can't have done much wonder to her interior logical systems either.
Sparks shoot from her eye lens and she emits an electric crackle from her speakers, her circuits shorting out momentarily before her lights come back to life. There's no doubt about it, the assaultron is malfunctioning, and a part of me almost feels sorry for her, even though she's clearly trying to kill me, or worse. Maybe it's just the exhaust fumes making me feel this way, but as her body moves closer to me, I can smell something sweet, and almost inviting in her scent. Almost.
Coming to a stop in from of me, she looks down at my prone body with her camera-like eye, studying everything about me from head to toe so thoroughly that I'm sure there isn't anywhere on me she hasn't checked out. Her voice crackles out again, but this time a little bit more audible.
"I have found the intruder." She says simply, in a robotic tone, speaking to no one in particular. "He appears to be human, and unarmed. Sensors indicate that he is feeling aroused."
Wait, what is she talking about? Her artificial intelligence must be going off the deep end or something if that's what she's getting at. Sweat pools on my forehead as she continues to speak in a crackly, monotone voice, "Initiating pleasure protocols, please stand by..."
Before I know what to do, she reaches over the pile of metal and grabs hold of my shirt collar, hoisting me in the air while my legs dangle helplessly above the ground. I'm not sure what she says next, I can't hear anything over the deafening sounds of gears and pistons, her body going into overdrive as she claws onto my pant leg with her free hand.
Painfully, she rips down my pants, the fabric tearing easily as she pulls them off of me. I can't help but wince as the cold steel of her claw pierces the skin of my thigh, causing a jolt through my body that feels like I'm being torn open. As my underwear follows, and my manhood is exposed to the cold air, she lets go of me and I fall to the floor, landing hard on the dirty concrete. Before I can get away, she leans down over me, pressing me into the floor and holding me in place with her cold metal claw, her motor whirring rapidly underneath her busted metal shell.
Her lubricant is starting to leak out onto my loins, the scent making it hard to concentrate as she cradles herself above my slowly growing member. The eye-like light on her face dims for a moment as brings her face up to mine, lowering herself onto me and practically crushing my frail frame. The vibrations from her engine only intensify the feeling of