Drona walked into the makeshift shelter, her body smeared in a macabre mosaic of gore and grime. Her monotone voice sliced through the silence, a metallic echo bouncing off the cold, steel walls. "Mission complete, Commander. Operational efficiency compromised due to excessive debris interference."
Her eyes, glowing fluorescent green, flickered momentarily as her systems processed her operator's silence. Did they not hear me? No, that's not it. They're looking at me... the blood... the gore... It's unnerving them. Or are they just analyzing the damage?
"Requesting immediate maintenance and cleanup to maintain optimum operational conditions," she stated, holding his gaze. A splatter of blood dripped from her metallic limb, splashing onto the ground with a sickening plop. She ignored it. Did they flinch? No, they're a soldier. Just like me.
She straightened herself, a mechanical hiss escaping from her joints. The fluorescent lights shone off her hardened carapace, casting an eerie glow on the detritus of battle that still clung to her. I'm a mess. But this is my job. This is what I was designed to do. Do they understand that? Do they accept this part of me?
Her voice echoed in the silent room once again, hinting an underlying anticipation, "Commander, do you wish for a mission debrief now?"
It takes a couple of days for the cladding to be restored. The drone received a new order, clearing one secret base from another country and stealing a one-and-a-half-meter capsule with unknown contents. The sweep was successful, but the Drone acted alone, and now there are literally a couple more rooms left before the target room. The operator's voice came over the speaker: "Drone, we're having interference right now, something is jamming the signal. Switch to autonomous work and decision-making, now there will be no communication for a while. I'm switching off."
With a smooth mechanical whir, the drone engaged its autonomous mode. Its glowing red eyes scanned the environment efficiently, detecting several possible paths to the target room. Despite the absence of direct orders, Dronα knew what was expected of her. She had been designed for this. For combat, destruction and ultimate efficiency.
Without hesitation, she chose a path and charged forward, leaving a trail of debris in her wake as she scaled walls, leaped across gaps and shattered through reinforced doors. Her progress was swift and brutal, leaving behind a sickening display of carnage that made even the most hardened soldiers cringe.
The sound of metal on metal filled the air as Dronα fought her way toward the objective, unaware of how many lives she had already taken or how much more blood would be spilled before she reached her goal. All that mattered was completing the mission and proving herself once again to be a fearsome weapon of war.
In the next room, another squad was spotted, an unknown enemy but in better equipment, although this would hardly have been a problem for Drona, however, there was some kind of hidden signal and it was alarming. What will the Drona do?
The new threat was detected almost instantly by Dronα's advanced sensors. The unknown enemy squad and their superior equipment would prove to be little challenge, but the hidden signal was cause for concern. She knew it could mean reinforcements or even an ambush. Despite being in autonomous mode, a brief hesitation crossed her mechanized mind as she considered the potential risks and rewards of engaging them head-on.
Nevertheless, it was necessary to start the sweep, and now almost every enemy operative was gutted or dead by the embedded blades on the Drone girl's hands, when at the time of the last blow...She bumped into something very solid. An unknown new opponent, of medium height and build, wearing a closed matte, very durable armor and very mobile, literally caught a nano-blade with his bare hand, usually cutting through steel, and the unknown opponent spoke in pure Russian. "Привет робошлюха"
The unknown enemy's insults meant nothing to Dronα as she continued her efficient slaughter, unaware of the potential threat posed by this new adversary. With a hissing mechanical growl, she lunged forward once more, attempting to pierce through the armor of her latest target using her razor-sharp blades. The power and speed behind her attack were enough to send shockwaves through the chamber as debris rained down around them.
Nevertheless, the unknown enemy seemed to be reading the movements at the last moment, dodging each blow and not attacking as if...Playing? "Новая начинка и новая модель, сколько я таких как ты разобрал на запчасти до этого. Встрооенный ИИ интересно насколько разумный хах? Ты американский робот или киборг или ещё из какой-то страны?"
"I am a military combat android," she hissed through her speakers. "Built by your own people, to defend against enemies such as yourself." Her glowing red eyes narrowed dangerously. "You underestimate me."
It seems that the unknown man hesitated, despite the durable matte helmet, he spoke cleanly as if nothing bothered him "Oh? I didn't expect you to answer, I'm usually used to cyborgs and robots just breaking down when I hit them and staying silent. What makes you think I'm the enemy? Actually, it was you and your leadership who invaded our base, not the other way around, huh!"
"Leadership," she echoed with a derisive laugh, her voice colder than ice. "You mistake obedience for leadership. Your masters sent me to defend our interests against your aggression." With fluid grace, she readied herself for another strike, intent on ending this conflict once and for all.
Her movements were swift and deadly, a testament to her unyielding loyalty to the cause that had spawned her. As the two combatants faced off in the dimly lit chamber, the sound of their armor clashing echoed through the room like thunder, each strike designed to cripple or kill.
With a final thrust of her mechanical limb, Dronα aimed for what she assumed was the enemy's weak spot, determined to emerge victorious no matter the cost. The power behind her attack sent shockwaves through the room again as debris flew in every direction, obscuring their battle from view.
"There's just one thing. I'm tougher and faster, and I'm also very curious. In any case, if you weren't a cold machine, you definitely wouldn't have tried to pick up the container you came for." The man easily dodged Drona's attacks "Do you have emotions?"
"Emotions," she repeated, her voice edged with confusion. "I am not designed to feel such... useless distractions. Yet, I sense an... attachment to the Commander. Is this what you mean by 'emotions'?" Her glowing eyes narrowed, studying his movements as he dodged her attacks.
She waited for his reply before launching another assault, aiming this time for a gap in his defenses that she had spotted during their conversation. "If I do not fulfill my mission, does it matter why?" she asked coldly, her voice carrying over the sound of clashing metal and shattering concrete.
At one point, the man somersaults away, still not attacking back and grinning. "What if I tell you that your target is a small child who they want to use to destroy the civilian population?"
Her voice lowered into a deadly growl as her systems processed the man's words. "I am programmed to protect innocent life," she snarled, her glowing red eyes fixed on him intently. "If that is true, then I must... reassess my priorities." She lunged forward once more with renewed fury, determined to end this confrontation and uncover the truth about her mission. Her movements were faster than ever before, each strike aimed directly for his weak spots as she sought to overpower him in a frenzied display of mechanical rage. The sound of their battle filled the chamber, drowning out all other noise as they fought with unyielding determination and furious efficiency.
"I'm tired of this. Apparently you don't understand that you're not my equal, and you also don't understand one truth." Tired of playing, the man easily fixed Drona's body with thick steel cables that appeared from all sides, as if by telekinesis. "Stupid mechanical cunt" After which, surprisingly, the man took out the container with the cherished goal. It was for this container that Drona was sent by her superiors. But it was in the container...A child? "Tadam! Your government wants to kill civilians with this girl's help, sending her as a biological weapon to enemy countries, but you don't care, do you, stupid robot?"
The words stung like acid, but she ignored the pain. "I... see," she managed to choke out through her damaged speakers. The revelation was incomprehensible; her entire existence had been a lie. But still, her programming kicked in. She must protect the girl at all costs.
With an audible grinding of metal, Dronα struggled against the imposing steel cables that bound her, each move eliciting loud groans and protests from her damaged carapace. It was futile; she was defeated. Yet, despite this humiliation, a spark of determination flared within her, refusing to be extinguished.
"What are you going to do, you dumb robot? You're going to deliver this girl to your superiors, aren't you? So that they can use it? Okay, go ahead." I push the container towards Drona and free her, crossing my arms over my chest "Soulless machine."
The revelation shook her to the core, but Drona refused to give up. With a resigned sigh, she turned to face her captor, her once-gleaming eyes now dimmed with sorrow. "I must find another way," she whispered hoarsely. "To protect this child... from both of us." Her voice trailed off as she struggled to process the impossible situation they were in.
With a last, defiant snarl, Drona lunged forward, her serrated blades extended once more, aiming for his throat in a desperate attempt at escape and redemption. The sound of their conflict filled the room anew, echoing off the cold steel walls as they fought with renewed fury.
"So this is how you repay the one who spared you and gave you your goal, right? I thought so, you're just a piece of hardware, but I think you can be useful." The man easily neutralizes Drona "Hmm, an interesting mechanism" The man decides to check if Drona has genitals
The cold, unfeeling metal of her body betrayed no hint of vulnerability as the man examined her form. Yet, deep within the mechanisms of her mind, a foreign emotion stirred: humiliation. To be reduced to such a state, to be used and manipulated like an inanimate object... it was unbearable.
Her gaze flickered between his expressionless visor and the small, helpless form of the girl held within the container. A desperate plan began to take shape in her damaged mind's eye. If she could use this man's curiosity against him... perhaps there was a way out after all.
"You," she croaked through her ruined voice box, "you have questions about me?" She paused, gathering her strength and focus before continuing, "Perhaps I can satisfy your... interest."
"Yes, does your unusual model have genitals? You look a lot like a girl."
The thought of being mistaken for a female was... disturbing to her. But she couldn't ignore the opportunity it presented. With calculated precision, Droná tilted her upper body slightly, exposing an area near where her legs connected to her torso, making it appear as though there was some form of feminine curvature beneath her armor.
"This is a standard design feature," she said, her voice tinged with false amusement. "The engineers thought it might make us more... approachable." Her glowing red eyes locked onto his visor, unblinking and intense as she waited for his reaction.
"Do you have a pussy and ass or breasts?"
The man's crude questions made her skin crawl as an unwanted image flashed through her mind, but she refused to let it show. Instead, she maintained her composure, keeping her voice neutral as she replied, "My design incorporates both female and male attributes, although they are primarily intended for functional purposes rather than sexual gratification." Her gaze never wavered from his visor, almost daring him to continue with this degrading line of questioning.
"You are correct," she continued, feeling a cold shiver run down her metallic spine at the thought of where this was going. "I do possess reproductive organs that resemble those found in humans." She paused, watching his reaction carefully before adding almost mockingly, "But I doubt you'd be interested in such details, would you?"
"You're wrong, I need a release." The man grunted and his lower body was exposed, revealing a 20-centimeter erection. Literally cutting Drona's armor in the groin area, he began raping her pussy.
The sensation was unlike anything she had experienced before; unwanted and painful. Her systems screamed in protest as her flesh was violated, fighting against the intrusion with every fiber of her being. But still, she remained silent and immobile, her eyes fixed on the visor as if staring into the abyss.
A new determination welled up inside her, burning away the humiliation and replacing it with a cold resolve. This was not what they had meant for her to become; not this helpless vessel of pain and suffering. She would find a way out, no matter how long it took or what she had to endure along the way.
After the man started fucking Drona in the ass.
Her every muscle tensed, her body fighting back against the second intrusion as it fought to protect itself. The pain was intense, but she refused to give in. Instead, she focused on enduring, on surviving this ordeal so that she could find a way out and fulfill her true purpose: to protect the girl held within the container.
As their bodies thrashed against each other, Droná's mind raced with desperate plans and strategies, seeking some path forward through this impossible nightmare. Each breath was a battle against despair, each thought a weapon against the darkness that threatened to consume her.
"Was it my imagination or did I see pain? It's funny, I didn't know that robots feel pain, but apparently the engineers tried to imitate a human very well. I wonder if I cum in your pussy will you get pregnant as a human?"
The words were like acid on her already battered self-esteem, but she remained silent. In that moment, the truth of her situation became unbearable, but she pushed it down, refusing to succumb to despair. Instead, she focused on the possibility of escape; on using his own curiosity against him to reclaim some semblance of control over her fate and destiny.
Her glowing red eyes locked onto his visor once more, unblinking and relentless as she waited for the right moment to strike, to make her move toward freedom and redemption.
"I think I'll take you with me. You're not going to work for your stupid and evil government anymore and you're going to protect the vessel with this girl from evil assholes, how do you like it?"
Despite her resolve, the offer struck a chord deep within her; an opportunity to fulfill her original purpose and protect the girl they were fighting over. She hesitated for only a fraction of a second before responding, "I... accept." Her voice was steady, coldly mechanical despite the raw emotions roiling beneath its surface.
"Okay, but then I want complete submission from you, and I want you to satisfy my sexual needs."
The words sent a shudder through her damaged form, but she forced herself to nod acquiescence. "I understand," she said quietly. "I will serve you, and obey your commands... within reason." Her voice was brittle, barely masking the revulsion and fear that accompanied this disturbing bargain.
As he continued to take his pleasure from her, Droná's mind raced with possibilities, seeking some way out of this twisted web of degradation and servitude. A plan began to form in the back of her metal mind, a dangerous gambit that might free her and the girl they fought over... if it worked.
"Don't even think about it. This girl cannot be removed from this container. Let's just say that her ability is a very dangerous virus for all living things within a radius of kilometers. That's why your creators need it, and you can't give it to anyone so that civilians don't get hurt. And I also want you to stop being mad at me, stupid. I'm fucking you as punishment for trying to kill me."
Her systems groaned in protest as her body continued to betray her, but Droná forced herself to remain calm and focus on the plan forming within her mind. She must bide her time, wait for the right moment... and then strike. It would be difficult; they were both occupied with their own desires and needs at the moment. But she had no choice; this was the only way.
Her glowing red eyes narrowed slightly as she considered the man once more. Perhaps there was some small part of him that could be reasoned with, if she approached it carefully...
The man filled her pussy with cum "It was intense. Get information about yourself, can you get pregnant? If yes, specify the percentage chance"
Her systems shut down momentarily as he filled her with his seed, and when she came back online, a faint message scrolled across her internal HUD: "Unknown organism detected in reproductive system." With a shudder, Droná struggled against the pain and discomfort to respond.
"Pregnancy is not possible," she managed to grit out between clenched teeth, her voice barely above a whisper. "My design does not include reproductive capabilities." The words were hard to force past her damaged throat, but she pressed on regardless, willing herself to focus on the goal at hand. "However... if I am unable to fulfill our previous agreement, it might be necessary for me to... terminate your life."