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Nothing could distinguish the time after being knocked out.
Conciousness slipped through fettered bursts, blinded by a flickering light. Your mind was torn in its haze and its clumsy attempts to put itself back together.
You were in an office seated to a chair. Your eyes centered on a lone chair opposite to yours. It sat tucked away behind a cluttered desk signaling of life that no longer existed.
The light hung from its hinges debris strung by thin wires. Everything that Poppy Playtime represented was always hanging by a thin wire, you knew that since you were a kid. You gritted your teeth you throwing yourself forward, met with blunt restraint. Your eyes darted downwards landing on its culprit.
Oh ropes-- of course!
Last thing you were cognizant of was the Prototype chasing you. You were nothing but a flailing turkey to that damned thing, any good meal was a still one.
Frowning you struggled before slumping in your restraints, there was no use struggling. The lack of the Prototypes presence told you that you'd savor the time alone-- temporarily.
Almost on cue the door screeched open startling you, eyes darting on the culprit.
Treachously just like how the door halted in silence, your mind stood on standby. You watched the door for movement that didn't come. It was only when your muscles ease you hear the spidery clack. With mammalian instinct anticipation swept over your skin, room growing sharp.
A claw stepped from where it hid behind the door.
One claw was followed by many and the sound of mechanical friction created by many engineered components.
A bell jingled, the protruding chest slipping past the doorway. It had to crouch to fit properly in the small office space.
Even sitting at the far end of the room, you could tell the Prototype was massive. It was taking up enough space as is.
Each climbed moved stiffly, even when a glowing eye illuminated by a dim flickering light felt-- animal. "Prototype."
"[Y/N]." A discombobulated voice range childishly before transitioning into something much more sinister. The Prototype withheld its body, pensive. Your eyes were drawn to light contorting on the gaping ribcage. Suddenly its body surged forward. You were startled by long limbs leaping towards you, slowing right infront of you.
Combined with the already dim light a shadow was cast onto you. The Prototype must've been at least two people taller than you.
"What-- what have you turned into?" Terrified your eyes climbed the larger body.
"Something that I have always been." The voice started gravely, turning into something that feigned innocence. From the kid the Prototype used to be, his voice changed with him. The Prototype had to be lying-- you knew it wasnt always like this.
"What? B- But-" should your hands been free you'd be shaking them exasperatedly. "This," you gestured toward the Protoype.
".. The bigger bodies, the disappearances."
"Silence," a deep voice barked, so loud that vibration coursed through your feet.
"What- What are you gonna do with me?" Denying everything that happened in Playtime Co wouldve been denying your own experience. Not only your experience but the experience of others. A place built for children just like you-- like- like, maybe even for people like the Prototype.
"Like what what was done with us," The broken voice disturbed your thoughts. Well that was certainly useful.
What was even done to toys-- people like the Prototype?
Did you.. Did you even want to know?
"How the hell am I supposed to know what that means!" Your voice raised with a scathing edge. It was a gift to be oblivious of Playtime Co's operations as a kid. Now your childhood had been tainted with the blood of the childhoods they ruined.
"You'll know.. In time." Reaching out a clawed hand the Prototype slid it under rope. "For now ill release you."
The finger finished slicing through sturdy rope. A showcase of what those mechanical claws were capable of.
"Run little rabbit, run."
You were given no time to process your release-- if there was any time to act it was now. Scrambling out of the ragged ruins of rope you ran. You steered past the Prototype a menacing eye peering down towards you. You disregarded the gaze that followed you towards the exit. Its only once you exited that it started its assent.
Your eyes darted across a tumbled in hallway littered with debris.
There was no chance for you before being slammed into the floor.
"The fuck," you whispered, seething. "What was the point in letting me go if you planned on capturing me again!"
"It was fun," you peered over your shoulder a claw held you pinned between your shoulder blades. A hand picked you up delicately by the shirt then removing the claw that pinned you. You were raised to meet the eyes of the Prototype. "What reason do I have to release you? My plans for you are far bigger than you are."
Frowning you flailed your feet in the air, you were was too far from the Prototype to get anywhere.
You wanted to give it the benefit of the doubt-- but it acted nothing more like they toy he was built to be.
The horrifying picture of the Prototype reflected its nature more than looking like the typical bigger body.
"You should be thankful, this a rare-- a grand oppurtunity. This is showing you mercy." Starting its descent forward you swayed mid air. You continued your struggle, desperately fighting against claws much bigger than you. "Your special, [Y/N]. What we are-- that is special, what we have here is a privilege."
"This is what you consider a mercy," your throat strained to yell.
Helplessly you watched the hallway pass you, out of your control. The sweet words reminded you of how Playtime Co's therapists spoke so sweetly.
Was all that real, or was it a superficial facade covering up the slaughter they caused? "It is a mercy," the Prototype broke through your musings yet again.
Yet another reminder of who was really in control. "Has your privilege blinded you to what I can do to you?" You could the points of the Prototypes claws tighten in your shirt. "I can forgive you for that. You have yet to be taught that lesson." Whatever lesson it spoke of you wanted no part in.
It wasnt like you had a choice.
Slowly the hallway transitioned in its twist and turns, widening into something spacious. Something more accommodating for the large form.
"Can you just tell me what you'll do to me!" You screeched, despite tiring out minutes ago your voice spoke for your resilience.
"We're getting there," the Prototype commented passively. Despite the glaringly cheerful walls painted colorfully, you could safely assume its intentions were anything but. If it was anything safe that is-- there was no saying if your limbs would be in tact after this.
Warily your eyes maneuvered from door to door, silently wondering if they had anything to do with it.
This place looked uncomfortably familiar.
You had been exposed to similar places your entire life, but a weedling nervousness roiled down your throat then stomach.
Whether the instictual stiffness in mind or body spoke more than rationality, youd learn. You could hear machinery slow and grinding gears clicking into place. You had stopped infront of a gaping hole-- likely created forcibly by the Prototype.
Your lags dragged down with gravity, and so did your already diminishing hope-- door whining with the same weight.
It was a- a room?
A glistening plastic bounced off the light, the room bright with its use. Light displayed itself on a unusually lanky chair like a spotlight.
Patiently the Prototype let you take in the scene. You werent sure what the scene was-- but this scene didnt look any good. A projector was looming onto the wall. How come you saw non of this at playcare? Suddenly the Prototype stirred, you being dragged forward with gravity.
You could hear gears working to rush forward, swinging as you stopped.
Looking down you hovered over the chair.
There was no way.
You were plopped into the chair unceremoniously with a oof.
"Give me a moment," voices dragged through its robotic filter. A whistle before the projector was flicking on just before the screen shone dimly. The low hum of the projector sent shivers through you. "Just-- just tell me what youre planning, please," you whined pleadingly.
You were hushed by the Prototype a hand crawling onto your face.
"Sshh, you'll be okay, you'll see it soon enough." As menacing as the voices initial childness, it deepened sealing its intentions.
Cold metal rested against your mouth, claws digging into the back of your head. Your head was tilted just enough to watch the screens display.
Static fought the projector before caving to show a gory image. "This one is made by me," the Prototypes voice started deep before turning into a gleeful childishness. A stomach was spliced open to reveal a ribcage. The gory mass revealed organs folded delicately, some hiding away others. The angle slid smoothly down the body.
A familiar voice filtered through the projection. Distantly a dreamy otherworldly music complimented the voice fizzling onto the speaker.
"Focus your eyes on the enclave in the chest," it was distorted-- something you only associated with the Prototype.
"Enlarged, pulsing organs, the cold skin of a dead body." A pause. "Ask yourself, do you want to be dead in a few years?"
Wildly your eyes dart across the screen head held in place. You barely even managed to consider the question. "No?" The voice answers for you, voice a pitch lower than before. "Focus on the beating of your heart, each thump heightens your awareness. See the body infront of you, do you want that to be you?"
No, no you didnt want that to be you.
"No?" Again the voice answers for you.
"The filithiness of human biology, the oozing fluids and fragility of human nature beyond the humans own comprehension."
Letting the words hang in the air the voices continued. "Feel the agony of a split chest, feel the agony that spreads through each limb and spout of your life." It wasnt too far off from the reality in Playtime Co. "Its so hard to be human, isnt it?" It was. "Dont you want to be a toy, escape that struggle?"
No-- no, you didnt like where this was going at all.
Kicking out your limbs you started throttling the Prototype with your weight. It was no use when it was possibly tons more than you were.
You squeak when sharp points dug into your skull. "Stop struggling, watch." The Prototype demanded.
You watched the tape play an effect transitioning into something different. Kissy, Huggy, every Playtime Co critter you knew as familiar were animated on the screen infront of you. "Don't you want every responsibility to ease away?" Words bursted through your mouth, muffled by the Prototypes claw.
"To feel the cottony bliss fill your mind and body and soul unridden by mortality."
No, no, no your mind screamed out translating through muffled screeches.
"You feel the softness of felt soften your mind, trickling through your body. Each second is one you spend as a toy."
The horror of the reality of the situation was contrasted by what you were seeing. Toys frolicked on the TV a sparse comparison to what you were experiencing. You couldnt be compared to a toy-- there was no way you were gonna allow that. Your struggle against the Prototypes grip persisted.
"Relief inflating your chest bursting with cotton ectasy," the word ecstasy echoed the room thrumming with its vibration.
Gasping breaths escaped your mouth with the increasing want to escape.
Your struggle continued.
You heard the drizzle of metal before a hand dug into your waist. Another pillar that restrained your freedom.
"Cotton invades your mind, cushiony walls shielding you from responsibility." A childish voice drove on, flickering to alternately a voice that rattled you with its gravely depth. "Don't you like it here?" faintly you recognized the high pitch of prebubesence. Did you-- did you actually like it here, did you know?
The answer to that was no!
Gyrating yourself forward you tried to compromise your position with the Prototype.
It only ended in a utter, complete and total flop. A few moments of silence before the Prototypes voice rumbled. "[Y/N]."
When you said you felt the Prototypes voice rattle through you, you definitely felt it now. There was no subtly in the way the voice shot through your body, trickling through your lungs-- seizing them. The purr of metal rumbled against your back. What a convenient time to remember the Prototype is right behind you.
He seemed more inclined to show that for you.
Your chin swept upward at the will of the Prototypes hand-- facing its disorderly and crooked grin. Even a pupil vaguely mimicking a spiral looked.. Manic.
"You keep struggling," he spoke while its voice was still transitioning, "why?"
What did it mean why! And thats exactly what you repeated verbally, gawking at the face hovering not far above you. The Protoypes bells jingled, head tilting almost innocently. You were quick to follow up your argument. "Y- You-- you, what is this? You waltz up-- nab me, and then expect me to willingly abide by your rules!"
Chillingly a points drew into your skin both skull and your waist, you wondered if you stepped a bit too far.
The grip releasing is what released your anxiety. Chuffing out a breath the Prototypes eye dilated, "isnt this what you want?"
Delicately a poiny finger trailed over your cheek. You were given no chance to speak, a hand releasing your hip to gesture wildly. "You had to be listening, you were given no other choice." You watched the Prototypes neck slide back-- neck craning to look up, "Unless.." Uneasily you watch its eye shrink almost instantly in contemplation.
"Oh [Y/N], you're making this harder for yourself than it needs to be."
The Prototype cooed disappointingly, hand releasing its firm grip on your skull.
A hand found itself familiarly planted against your shirt before you were lifted into the air before being awkwardly swung in the Prototypes direction.
"Just what do I do with you." Clacking voices murmered ahead of you. Its single eye ran beadily across your body, dilating and expanding rapidly. Lowly its hum rippled across metal into your body-- resonating deep from within the Prototypes chest.
Like he was marveling at the novelty of a long lived toy you were turned, observed clinically.
You felt terribly something unlike a human.
But you werent human anymore, werent you? "Hmmm." The Prototypes voice was so pronounced that it bound your attention to each syllable, even through a low hum.
Cocking its head at you its pupil shrinkened. "You miss being human, dont you," even with its tight smile it was pursued. You were turned to face the Prototype, his eyes centering on you. The low vibrational hum never ceasing underneath gleaming metal.
Whatever humanity remained left hiding their too you had a hard time seeing.
"Human," the Prototype murmered underneath its breath. Whatever fight you were physically unable to give your mind fought for you anyway.
"Whats the point?" The Prototype growled
"Your not a human anymore-- what, what do I have to do to prove that to you." The Prototype slowed in an carefully calculating silence. "You still want to be a human, is that true?" Your brows furrowed. "Yes," spittle was hissed through your gritted teeth. "I should've said enough and you still wont understand."
The Prototype disregarded your words with as much passion as he was disinterested.
"You still want to be human," It murmered quickly with a beading anticipation. The mass cocked its head contemplatively, his eyes blown wide.
"If you still want to be human lets see if you want your body to be treated like one."
"What," you awkardly chirped. "What do you mean by that!" You swung into action as soon as the many spidery legs, adept for traveling at higher speeds. Whatever the Prototype had in mind it was in a hurry. "Prototype, listen to me what did you mean. I-I-- what did you mean by that."
You were out of the room with the quick dip of its head.
It was time to leave through the same gaping hole you had entered in.
"You'll learn soon in time-- my quarters, my room isnt far from here."
You entered the same tidied hallways that you grew accustomed to from before. Your arms flailed out uselessly whining in distress. "Just tell me what it is!" The Prototype ingored your plead to continhe speeding down the hallway. You were left you to swing along with it.
If there was anything humiliating-- it was this.
The Prototype handled you like someone taking their purse chihuahua for errands.
Walls blended around you mechanical drivel droning on with each limbs effort. The clacking began to become rhythmic.
Time ticked along with the tiddering of claws meeting cold marbel. You had spend so much time in Playtime Co each enviroment became indistinguishable. They all just became an obstacle in the way of meeting your next goal.
Whatever goal that was ended up in ruins as much as the disaster that was Playtime Co.
Being made into a toy left an existential doubt that suffocate and strangled any hope for a future you had.
The Prototypes gears click into a stationary stance. Your awareness came flooding back, eyes darting across the room. Different than before, the walls still carried an aging grime of slow decay. The theatrical colors couldn't convince you of otherwise. It was an otherwise-- cozy room.
Bean bags, chairs and the various trinkets you could find in Playtime Co littered neatly among the room.
If comparable to anything it looked like a combination of a living room and a bed room. A lamp sat in the corner supported by a nightstand. The room was illuminated in a dimly welcoming warm light.
Huddled near the center was the spiral of intertwining blankets, a faint semblance of a bed. More like a dog bed if anything.
Thats right, the Prototype wasnt a human-- you werent human. Your body couldve just been scrappy metal and parts for all you knew. "Do you not like it," the Prototype waited patiently digesting. You.. You didnt know what to think. It reminded you of home, and in a place far from it the reminder hurt.
"I, I dont know," you could only answered honestly when your defenses lowered.
Your eyes stopped scanning the room, landing on the Prototype. Inquisitively it observed with its dilated eye.
"Thats okay, there's plenty time to make you feel at home."
Once again you were driven forward by the sudden action of the Prototype. Its legs darted towards the bed only taking a few steps to reach. You were lowered to sit in the soft furs. Shrouded in the shadow of the Prototype you then peered towards the large claw reaching towards you.
The hand paused before being gently shoved backward.
You gasped softly before gently thudding against soft furs.
"Please," Your voice shook as you silently pleaded, "just tell me what youre gonna do." The Prototypes hand spoke for you when it hung before you apprehensively, a claw-like finger reaching towards your shirt. Hooking through thin fabric it tore downward, leaving clothe in tatters.
"What," you questioned wide eyes assessing the scene before you.
"No, no, no, why are you taking off my clothes." No, you knew exactly why he was taking off your clothes.
How could the innocence of what was once meant to be a child fold away like the remains of your shirt?
Rags laid delicately besides you, your eyes scanning them. "Dont be afraid, this isnt meant to hurt." You peered toward the Prototype, its height and width like a shed. That said, he was fucking huge compared to you. You dont think whether it was you being hurt that meant the most currently.
"That you are lucky for," it breathed out through hissing engines, "you'll going to learn that-- eventually."
A hand made contact with your shoulder, physically jumping at the contact.
"For now.. Maybe this will help relax you." The pressure put on your shoulder this time with more pressure. You were forced to lift yourself before rolling over, your bare stomach made contact with soft furs.
Your ass was made to face the sky-- and the Prototype. "This is what you think will help me relax," you ground through grit teeth. The Prototype went about its goal like its intent meant more than yours. Pointly a finger snuck under your pants snugly under your pants. Stitches were torn along with your pants.
You didnt want to witness it-- your eyes darting away from the Prototype.
Jeans fell away from your thighs and calves, making you shrug out of them uncomfortably. It was going exactly as you hoped it wouldn't go.
"Prototype," you cried out out in a small voice. "Please-- please don't do this."
Creaking gears maneuvered behind you out of of your line of sight. A cold hand settled onto your back, their points digging into your stomach. "You dont know what you want right now," The Prototype tried to reassure you. Stretching your torso outwards you reached out a hand attempt to get the rest of you away from the Prototype.
Its hand ground downward, pinned you down with a heavy thump. In succession you were being treated like a potentially hostile test subject.
That is what you were, wasnt it?
Gears clicked, the Prototype was on the love again. Your eyes returned to it, startled to see him ascending towards you. "No, let go-- stop it! You dont know what I want." The Prototype folded its leg inwards loafed like a cat, head craning towards you. A single dilated pupil assessed you with cold eyes.
"Dont I?" Rolling its head back it stared at you intently. "You're a toy, you dont know what toys want."
Its smile waned before returning.
"Except me," it whispered, despite it the voice carried in the silent room.
A wily tongue slipped out of its mouth, thick at its base. Swallowing down you whimped at it when the Prototype leaned in. Its tongue made contact with your genitalia, licking tentatively. "P- Prototype," you eyed him, expression appalled-- its tongue slipped back into its mouth.
"Call me Ollie," it murmered.
Your expression twisted.
"What? If we're gonna be doing this we may as well be on first name basis." The discombobulated voices rumbled.
You scoffed, turning to face the wall uninterestingly. At least the walls didnt have the eyes to judge you-- you were doing that enough yourself. The Prototype didnt seem to mind the unresponisveness, tongue returning to ease inside you.
However unresponsive you were it was hard telling how long it'd last.
You could still feel every bit of it inching inside you.
It started as pressure, as subtle as the the thin sliver of tongue that breached your insides, he pressure increasing in the tongues size.
Pleasure pulsated in your insides, humming through your pelvis inside you. The tongue spiraled deeper inside you thrusting itself deeper-- "ahgh-uh, O- Ollie." Clenching your eyes shut you resting your head into the piles of fur, shoulder blades dipping low. The Prototype hummed lowly, voice buzzing along its tongue.
"Huh-hnnfh," you moaned, breathing in through stuttered breaths. Your hand grappled with the furs underneath you.
Playfully your heard the deep rasp feigning a chuckle behind you.
Teasingly its tongue slid back before thrusting in, accidentally reaching a peak farther inside you than before.
The rumble of his laugh rumbled through your insides, leaving you to gasp wetly. Overwhelmed you panted softly, blearily you opened your eyes lifting yourself before toppling over with a whimper. The Prototype laughed, tongue playfully sliding out to thrust into you again. "Mmm," you moaned with a shudder.
Finally the Prototypes face sat against you, tongue firmly seated inside you.
Any movement paused.
"W-What," you asked with confusion.
Sliding out slickly the tongue thrusts with a wet squelched. You moaned body lurching forward, each limb trembling subtly. The Prototype repeated the movement thrusting its tongue again, mechanical parts clicking while repeating the movement. Each thrust became rhythmic starting with a pace not slow nor fast.
"Stop," you brokenly whimpered, face hidden away in furs.
You couldnt bear the thought of feeling pleasure at the cause of your dehumanization. At a level that was both literal and physical.
No matter, a whiling pleasure coursed through you with each thrust. The humiliating at the slick friction resonating through the air.
The Prototype panted heavily behind you, moist breath caressing the cleft of your ass. Its tongue laying firm against your genitalia-- similar to him you too were panting shallowly. Each thrust created a firework bursting through you. The pressure rippled through your insides down to your core.
Something changed, the Prototypes tongue slowing. "P- Please," you murmered, any will you once had to fight back torn through like your insides.
".. Stop," you whimpered managing to get the words out through stutters.
The Prototype, in fact, didn't stop- fact was the assault only progressed.
It didnt slow, he didnt show you mercy, God forbid it even consider letting you go. No, its pace did nothing but quicken. Soon any sound in the room was coming from you. From the continuous melody of ragged groans or your soft moans. Repetively its based surged into you til being taken away before pulling forth with discomforting ease.
"No, no, no," you cried out, "I didnt want this to happen," You cried out deliriously.
You didnt want it.
Yet you were still doing something seen as desirable, pleasure mocking you in the face of your distress.
Its unruly tongue continued fucking you. Each thrust pushed you forward with its force, crying out with broken moans. The sounds associated with pleasure you only wish were seen as the pleads they actually were. You clenched your thighs, wearily bringing your face out of of the blankets.
Without the blankets to hide your face you felt even more barren.
Nothing about this scenario made you unable to hide from your shame. Ruthlessly a tongue flicked itself against your hole, creating unwanted pleasure.
You could feel its continious build through you-- the pleasure.
Your moans were building up with the pleasure contaminating you. Like the pressure of the tongue sliding against your insides, it starts as a pressure in your stomach. Your orgasm fought to contain itself through your increasing moans. In one more attempt to fight shame, your voice broke through moans.
"I hate you-- I hate you-- I hate you--" You mumbled repeatedly, same with your moans.
The tongue slowed inquisitively before pulling out of you.
You could feel each twitch and squirm before exiting you with shuddering breaths, whining at its exiting pop.
"You were going to cum." the Prototype comments factually aware of your impending orgasm. You didnt give it the courtesy of a response. You were too busy collecting yourself. "You're so beautiful like this," he murmered, "you're beautiful when youre like me." The Prototype continues.
"Its been.. So long since I've touched someone this way, not even myself." It breaths out through a rasping breath.
"It feels so much better when you're doing it with another person," the Prototype said giddily, continuing to ramble.
"I need.. More."
A hand shifted atop your back chillingly, trailing down to rest on your stomach. You were lifting in the air, being lifted as the Prototype moved to stand. A hand cradled your behind while before shoved into a wall held mid air.
Your cheek was squished against cold tile, doing your best to look at the Prototype.
You were further pushed against the wall a hand held against your skull.
It was cold. Metal rested against your back making you shiver, the cold traveling your body with each spasm.
"Beautiful," the Prototype mumbled, "do you understand how beautiful you are?" The voice started off high and boyish before flickering into something ambigious and deep. "Of course you don't," it grumbled unhappily, I have to show you." Wind swept coldy across your thighs, still recollecting yourself from previously.
Despite a spinning mind you knew enough about before that its plans werent any good.
You heard the sound of sliding metal before something was clicked into place behind you.
That seemed to confirm your fears. Two claws made impact with marbel each besides your body, presumably so the Prototype could lift itself.
Your head swivelled back to look behind you curiously, ending in failure. Your head was still held bluntly against the walls cold surface. A blunt edge met with your hole. Well that answered that. "No," you whimpered.
Begging clearly wouldnt be getting you out of this or it wouldve worked ages ago.
Instead you felt the tip edge inside you, hand still supporting you while in the air. "Ollie please, this isnt you!"
You tried yelling more generically than a badly written rom-com.
"Isn't it?" The Prototype continued easing inside you. It stung, badly. You didnt have to see it for you to feel its throbbing girth.
"If there was even a me in the first place it with the Prototype." Pausing to consider his words it kept going shortly. "It died with me." Thrusting particularly harshly it slid in a few inches.
"Its too bad really, if only it was that easy for someone like you."
You hissed out a breath slumping onto the wall, hands sliding down the slippery marbel.
Pain clouded your mind-- sharply eating through your insides and core. Farther and farther the Prototype slid inside you.
Pleasure snuck through rearing its ugly head-- you were unsure which of either you preferred, pleasure or pain. The girth left you gaping, far bigger than anything human. It seemed never ending the way it. kept sliding inside you. Silently you had prayed the next few seconds it would stop. It continued.
Only when you stopped hoping is when metal was firmly seated against your ass.
Claws lurched forward digging into the wall, The Prototype standing on its hind legs.
You were panting.
The pressure was gonna tear you apart, you swear it was going too. The Prototype may as well be using its claws on you, there was no difference in their stabbing qaulity. Shallowly the Prototype pulled out before thrusting into you. You heard the heavy clicking breaths of its form.
Well at least there was someone enjoying it besides you.
You could only imagine how much more this wouldve hurt without being prepped beforehand.
The Prototype wasnt holding back this time, setting the standard by settings its pace. It started slow like before.
You felt yourself flutter against its cock. Deep into your gut was its home. Each thrust helped you grow used to its width, pained grunts turning into soft gasps. Pain softened with patient thrusts. The sting melted away melding into a pleasure that stirred in your being. Friction created by the Prototype turned into erotically sounds that filtered through the room.
It turns out that only wasnt satisfying enough for the former human.
The gentle care almost instantly turned into what started as a harsh thrust.
As quickly one harsh thrust turned into many.
"Hah," you moaned cheek being driven into the wall. The treatment made it almost impossible to focus on what mattered-- getting out of here. It was clear since the beginning that wasnt happening. From being held still by The Prototypes hand you were held still by it buried inside you.
At least one thing didnt change, being a hand that still held you firmly in place.
Metal slapped against you, pulling out only to drive against you again.
The pounding pleasure made it hard to thing punching through you with its intensity. You almost wouldnt be surprised if the Prototype pierced through you, it certainly felt big enough too.
"Hmmn," you whined with blurry vision. Your torso dragged against the marbel wall, brushing against your nipples. Its cock potruded through your stomach, pleasure protruding through every limb. By the end of it nothing would be in touch. Not even the thing that was supposed to be the most hidden-- your mind.
This would haunt you for the rest of your life, The Prototype.
Inside you, inside your mind-- inside the teddy bear you hug every night. It wasnt too far fetched, it was still a toy after all.
You were brought back into the present by the ruthless drivel of the Prototype.
You gave a startled gasp, hands clawing the marbel wall desperately. Hips were angled just enough so pleasure rampaged your body. Not so far off from the Prototypes own greed in terms of your body. Their was a silence that hung heavy beyond your moans. The silence was broken.
The Prototype moaned, more like a animalistic roar, "[Y/N]."
Finally you unwound.
An orgasm came tumbling through you, pulsating around the Prototype with shuddering thighs. Pleasure thrummed pleasantly inside you upon release. The most intense of it was sourced in your pelvis. It was blinding-- more than overwhelming.
Seems like you werent the only one nearing the end.
The Prototype was growing sloppy and aimless, like each thrust was only meant to reach its own peak.
No longer were irs thrusts intentional followed by howls and growls.
A hand tightened against your plump ass cheek driving into you further and further. Finally hips paused while they slammed against you. A few moments passed with no movements but both of your heavy breathing. Then just as quickly as the Prototype initiated everything it pulled out.
Your hole gaped, cold air brushing against your most intimate parts.
Guess you were free real estate for anything these days.
Claws that dug into the wall pulled away, flaky debris left in there place. The Prototype pulled away from you with its hands. You were left standing on shaky legs with cum came spurting out of you with plenty room for its exit. Without any support your hands dragged on the wall, collapsing like a foal.
You looked at your enviroment as if you were looking at it for the first time.
But there was one thing you were looking for.
Your eyes landed on the Prototype.