Thread: NieR - 'User Error' (Kaybee x The Carnal Soul)

Where her chest backed by the hardened metal structures of the table resisted and threw back the force of Cairo's punch, the open-handed slap snapped 2B's head to one side with a jolt that ran right down her spine, her entire body undergoing a convulsive shudder from the converted pleasure of it. She knew that she was about to have another cock shoved down her throat and had planned just as before to try and bite down before it could get there but that blow scrambled her systems again, and to make matters worse it was followed up by Red Jack changing his plans up as well and pressing his cock against her dripping lower lips a moment later. The amplification of sensations meant that his fingers had been no small pleasure, but compared to those, the feeling of his cock was mind-numbing. 2B had not been designed to simulate enjoying sex, she had been designed to enjoy sex, simple as that. The fact that she could turn her pleasure receptors off if she wanted to meant that she could simulate that pleasure if she wished, but by design a simulation was unnecessary. In other words, all crudeness aside, Red Jack was right to say she had been made for this... 2B was only so human when it came down to it. Even when you got past the physical differences inherent in the nature of a constructed being there was a fundamentally different quality to a person who naturally possessed near-perfect self awareness. Being put through this torrent of pleasure would have shattered the sanity of a human woman by now yet some things were simply hard-coded, not quite unbreakable, but the next best thing to such. With root access someone could theoretically rewrite her personality but not even 2B herself had that sort of ability, and beyond a rewrite, no amount of trauma could cause that personality -those core principles that made up her inner self- to change. At least, in theory. In truth, with so many conflicting signals, 2B's software was starting to glitch and break down just like any computer faced with too many processes to manage and not enough power to manage them all. Just like it would take more to injure her than a human, it took more to injure her mind in turn, yet slowly but surely glitches and freezes were piling up. After a full few days of this treatment her mind would likely be noticeably frayed once they stopped. After a month or so of constant torture along these lines she would be a broken shell. Fortunately for her, such thoughts were impractical at best, minutes or hours the hacktivists could manage easily enough, perhaps a full day or so if they were careful about it, but they had neither the numbers nor the stamina to keep her constantly subdued for long enough to cause irreparable harm on their own. Unfortunately for 2B, they didn't need days. In the broken moments of lucidity she could feel malicious code assaulting her, digging into her brain aggressively, trying to pry away the defenses to the parts of her mind. It hurt in a way that nothing else did, software pain, like a headache, and unlike the constant abuse of the hacktivists surrounding her, this was not converted into pleasure, though it did not stop the pleasure roaring through her with the thrusts and blows rained upon her physical body either as she was spitroasted, throat fucked from one end, womanhood from the other, a symphony of amplified and converted pleasure that made her shudder and jerk with near constant orgasms... And in her mind, the keyboard jockeys delved and dug and tweaked and triggered, slowly taking advantages of her fraying programming to set in their own code, gaining more and more access with every few passing minutes. Some of them must have wondered what could be happening to 2B's electronic brain to cause such rampant error states and exploitable crash instances, but that didn't stop them, and so to 2B, that didn't matter...