Story short no. 1939 (NSFW)

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It is always a hassle to get one of Them into captivity, and this one was no different. All the while it was being bound it kept on snapping its restraints with relative ease, flexing its muscles and the screen flashing expletives. Finally, we got it into the van and drove off, with me in the back as guard.

<Fuck> the thing printed on the screen. <Why don’t we get to know each other better, eh bro?> It flexed an arm, then cupped a thick pec.

I shook my head. “We’re going to take you to a place where you’ll get better.”

The thing shook its display. <Fuck no, dude. Have you seen how big I am?> It waved its hands to its body. <Tell me you don’t want this, dude>

I raised an eyebrow at this. “Why are you suddenly so chatty? Don’t you want to try to escape?”

<ID Six-Seven-Delta-Zero-Five is awaiting other instructions>

Both of my eyebrows raised at this. “What?”

The screen flickered to a movie clip of two massive bodybuilders in a tight sixty-nine as they drove black dildos into each other’s asses. Then it blacked out. <Fuuuuuck…>

“That turns you on?” I asked, somewhat disgusted.

<ID Six-Seven-Delta-Zero-Five was made to be a fucktoy. ID Six-Seven-Delta-Zero-Five is designed for sexual pleasure.> It raised its arms and flexed. <Just tell me what to do, bro. This body is all yours>

“Tell me who created you.”

The display flickered to show various raunchy photos. <Insufficient information>

I sighed inwardly, but a part of me was wondering about this. It is rare to get a conversation like this in almost all of the other bots. “Can you at least tell me what caused this?”

The screen flickered in diamond patterns of various colors before blacking out, the figure slumping against the seat.

“Hello?” I snapped my fingers at the figure, but the figure remained motionless. “Damn,” I swore. I should have expected this. I reached over to the monitor’s side and pressed gingerly. The screen flickered for a moment. “Hello!”

The figure shuddered as the screen kept on flickering, then a hand brushed mine aside. The screen flashed diamond patterns for a moment.

<The fuck was that?>

I sighed. “Whatever made you like this put in a shut-down code into your programming.”

The figure looked directly at me, another oddity to this creature. <ID Six-Seven-Delta-Zero-Five acknowledges the code and must comply to the programmer’s wishes>

My eyebrows quirked up for a moment. “What?”

The screen flashed back to the movie clip. <Awfuck, bro, I need that. I got to have that>

I sighed as I watched the creature go back to its original programming.

 

The Department of Cybernetic Deviations was a discreet building of glass and concrete, squatting in the shadows of the main police building next to it. I peeked out the rear windows as the van passed by it, then turning into the garage area. A few moments later, the back doors opened.

“Alright, you,” Julio said, motioning with his hand. “Let’s get you out of there.”

As hard it was to get one of Them into the van, it was just as easy to get Them out. The figure jumped out and stretched its muscles as the screen flashed stripes and diamond patterns.

<Aw fuck that felt good> the screen scrolled as the figure straightened up. It flexed an arm. <Who wants to worship this muscle?>

“Not right now,” I said, jumping out of the van. “We need to get you looked at.”

<Fuck yeah!> It flexed the other one. <You can look at me all you want, bro! Look and grope and worship…> The screen flickered to bodybuilders weightlifting, their muscles pumped to the max. <Fuck…>

As Julio and two other guards lead the figure through a set of double doors, I went through another set, slowly walking around the glass-encased rooms that showed various other things in them. Other figures, each one hugely muscular and constantly in the state of flexing.

There was Item #103, once a computer chair and now a composite of muscle and vinyl, the bulk trying to tear apart the faux-leather bindings. As I passed it, it turned to face me – never could figure out how they could without eyes – and did a breathtaking double-bi pose, each muscle perfect.

I lingered over at Item #401’s cell, which was once an electric mattress. Now it towered at seven feet, massively built. (The muscles, when examined, were comprised of the bed’s foam cushioning.) As I looked at the figure, it kept on flexing a pec and groping it with one hand while the other hand was playing with its control pad. No doubt lost, as always, with how hard or soft he can make the muscle.

Item #19 was one of the first, a boombox attached to a powerlifter body, and one of the few that had genitals, the massive set clothed in a jockstrap. As I passed by it, it was slowly riding a black dildo; I could hear the moans of pleasure the figure gave out. Someone gave the thing another toy to play with, I thought, and made a mental note to send one of the techs to get it out of the room.

I passed through numerous other figures, each one in a state of sexual frenzy as they self-worshipped their bodies. We couldn’t get rid of them or execute them; the current laws framed them as ‘human’ and to do either was murder in the eyes of the country. Still, they didn’t do much but show off, not needing any human comforts.

I was about to walk out of the room when I saw the newest captive slowly being escorted by Julio. The screen was still flashing lewd photos and video clips as it flexed and groped itself. I looked again at the figure and noticed it was clothed in a poser, the fabric stretching obscenely over a heavy bulge I was certain was not there before.

“What’s going on?” I asked, coming up to the crew.

<Bro!> the display flashed. <I need to be fucked right now, dude!>

Julio gently shoved the figure into an empty cell and locked it. “We got the report in,” he said, eyeing the figure. “It isn’t pretty.”

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