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

With Cairo's cock visibly distending her throat and all the simulated pain that would normally accompany such turned into amplified sensations the hermaphrodite's sloppy ravaging of 2B's mouth would have been enough to keep her drowning in pleasure on its own. Unable to close her mouth and without the reprieves to breathe she would have needed were she human there was nothing to stop a constant stream of stimulation from the emboldened woman's rough thrusting. While 2B could 'taste' things, her senses in that regard served more for detection of toxins and other environmental hazards that could endanger human squadmates, leaving no room when it came to liking or disliking any given flavour as a sloppy mixture of pre-cum and synthetic saliva quickly coated the thick shaft and slicked against her lips and cheeks, covering the androids pretty face in a mess of fluids. That abuse alone would have been enough to keep 2B paralyzed with sensation and the occasional orgasm, her throat staying tight throughout as the synthetic materials of her internal composition had far less eventual give than flesh. With Cairo and Red Jack assaulting her from both ends however, the android girl was quickly burning out, body bucking and heaving, squeezing around the invasions in her holes and spasming with aftershocks when she wasn't convulsing in pleasure, occasionally freezing at the apex of an orgasmic heave as her systems would lock up and fault at the overwhelming input. Only the deliberate lulls kept her from locking up entirely at this point and as it was the constant influx of junk sensation data she suspected was probably starting to create bugs in her firmware coding, a suspicion confirmed after Red Jack decided to use the beanbag gun again and rather than flex or arch her back 2B slumped to the table as she screamed around Cairo's cock, her entire body shuddering like a leaf in a gale but lacking the dramatic convulsive jerks of earlier highs. A break would let her assess, recuperate, relieve some of this burnout, but even though general faults were multiplying in her interfacing the automatic reactions were still functioning, shakes, clenches, screams of unwanted ecstasy. She could feel Cairo pumping her hips faster and some automated process recognized the flexing and pulsing of the woman's shaft as a prelude to orgasm. In a way 2B was made for this, both in the literal sense that she was made with these capabilities and in the sense that someone had designed their killing machine to be able to have sex. In a more perverse way one could even say she was made for this with the way her security systems had set her up to end here, strapped to a table and driven to the digital equivalent of insanity with pleasure. Made to enjoy this violation, to cum her own electronic brains out at the hands and cocks of these terrorists. Cum spurted down her throat and then bubbled up, some trickling into storage tanks designed for the inevitable instance of fluid absorption from underwater operation to be separated for any useful components and the rest disposed of, the rest washing back to pool in her mouth and leak onto her face, painting the black cloth of her combat visor with pearly white strings as it went. Another momentary reprieve, a wet cough as her throat worked to expel the rest of the sticky mess filling it, then a ragged and un-muffled scream filled the room once again as Cairo's fist slammed into her chest. Somehow, the fact that such a strike would probably hurt Cairo's hand was little consolation to the trembling android as she came again, the number of orgasms by now so far beyond counting.