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

Cairo swore and shook her hands when it dawned on her that her hands had just met synthetic reinforcements. As human as the woman she just violated may have looked, the throbbing in her hands now was a rather pointed reminder that she was far from it in truth. Though it was a pretty picture, she pondered, as she eyed that cum and 'saliva'-smeared face she had just had a key part in making. She looked up to Red Jack and motioned in the direction of one of the other members of the team who was standing security nearby. Her leader gave her a nod of approval and she whistled for the man. This time no names were exchanged in ear-shot of 2B. Instead Cairo patted the man on the shoulder as she finished fixing up her belt and stepped away as he moved up to replace her. He was far more muscled than his apparent superior with flexing arms that might have paled in comparison to 2B's synthetic powers, but by human standards were something close to terrifying if he were angry. With a snarled call of 'bitch' he reeled back and brought an open palm across 2B's cheek before he undid his belt and pulled his pants down to reveal his own already stiff cock. And it was clear with the way he held her jaw that he had every intent of filling Cairo's absence. At this point Red Jack was done playing hand-games or just being a second party. He'd gone through the work of organizing and planning everything damn it, and so he was going to enjoy some of it too. Maybe if she could hear it or even register the sound she'd be able to hear Red Jack undoing his belt. She'd certainly be able to feel the absence of those fingers that had been harassing her up to then as her tormentor took the time to climb atop the table between her legs. Then those fingers would soon be at her hips and replaced by the pushing heat of his own length - painfully erect after the show he'd just witnessed and now poised to press against her synthetic womanhood. He muttered something under his breath - how she was a filthy whore made for just this purpose, or something like that - and then rocked down with his hips to unceremoniously drive the first few inches of his cock into her slick and twitching folds. Regardless of what effect it had on her it would be enough to draw a long and pleased-sounding curse from the hacktivist leader while he paused for just a few moments to savor the feeling. And then of course he set a slow but determined rhythm to work himself down till his full length was buried in her. And as they worked on her, so to did the keyboard activists in the facility. They prodded and explored her systems, and used what information the Colonel had provided to try and gain administrative permissions and bypass her fail-deadly features. They didn't need to rewrite the very core of who she was - a prisoner of her own body would work just fin for their purposes if they could take control of her functions. She didn't have to want to obey them so long as they could make her do it anyways. Of course they didn't necessarily all equate that to her spreading her legs and bending over on command, because perhaps not all of them were very pointedly aware of what was being done to the poor android, but there were several who would share the same sorts of ideas and plans for her as Red Jack and the others who surrounded the table now.