The corners of Bay 32 were littered with debris, heaps of discarded drones and cleaning products piled high enough to reach halfway up to the hanger’s ceiling. But as Sandy walked past the maze of refuse, she narrowed her search towards the barrels of oil that M011E had pointed towards earlier. The metallic tang of grease lingered in the air as Sandy began to shift aside a small wall of empty canisters. The Maintenance Manager was familiar with this spot, given Scrubs’ affinity for oily drinks; the heap here had become a de facto daycare for the bot. Sandy had left Scrubs here multiple times when she was busy with other Units in Bay 32. Impatience growing and not wanting to be tardy again, Sandy called out.
“Scrubs! C’mon buddy! You must’ve had your fill by now, I need ya for the next Unit, we can’t be late again ya hear?!”
Her words fell on deaf ears.
Sandy fiddled with the PFI on her wrist, fingers dancing along the touch pad. She didn’t like to ‘chime’ Scrubs quite often, but when the little bot got lost, or she was just tired of searching for it, using the location functions on the PFI generally did the trick.
“Alright, I warned ya! I’m gonna buzz in 5 seconds if ya don’t come on out. I know you hate the vibration, but you had enough oil as it is.” She began to count. “5, 4, 3…”
Usually by now the bot would come scurrying from hiding.
“2…1!”
Sandy glanced around and listened intently for any signs of movement. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, that was until she spotted a creased vent discarded off to the side, adjacent to an open shaft in the ground. Curious, Sandy approached, chiming Scrubs once more. Faintly, she could just make out the beeping sound of Scrubs’ locating chip echoing from below.
She scratched her head. “Darn you Scrubs, did a fresh bottle of new synthetic oil fall down there or somethi-“
CRSH! TANG, tang…tang… Crshhhhhhhhh…
The sounds of a metallic struggle echoed loudly along the deeper recesses of the shaft below, as if something weighty was being pulled farther into the tunnel.
“Son of a bitch!” Cursed Sandy.
The Maintenance Manager quickly glanced about for any drones flying overhead. Vacant in these parts unfortunately. Seems like she would be alone. In a rush, Sandy unhooked her Grapple Gun and tethered it upon a welded piece of metal.
Something from below, in the lower chambers of Giga Corp., had caught her assistant. Sandy had no time to question the reasoning or source, nor would she be able to flag down any protective drones either. The sinister beings from below, caged away, seldom saw the light of day. They would do anything to gain their freedom, and snagging a manager’s coveted assistant would surely be a valuable hostage.
Sandy knew this and gritted her teeth. Testing the strength of her tether, she repelled down into the darkness, intent on saving Scrubs from whatever being had snagged it.
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Zwiiiiiiiiiiip!
The Grapple Gun’s line snapped back into place as Sandy tucked the device away into her tool belt. Multiple descents through the venting below meant frequent use from the trusty grapple. Unfortunately, she had lost the source of the sound originating from Scrub’s chime, but thankfully was able to track the scratches and dents left behind by the struggle.
As Sandy maneuvered through the narrow passageways, she recalled Giga Corp.’s original structure. The factory had once been an underground bunker. Back when Giga Corp. supplied the world with military Units, the bunkers served as a secluded space to test weaponry and other lethal devices that would often be equipped to various Units. But once Giga Corp. transitioned into the pleasure industry, the bunkers became a jail. The facility housed malfunctioning Units, Unit’s that could no longer feasibly operate, and additionally Military Units. Giga Corp. had opted to keep many of these Units in full “functioning” form, in hopes to study them and aid in the progression and tech of newer Units. Unlike the bots created in the post war era, Military Units held the greatest level of intelligence and even debatably, full sentience, ie. the Singularity. It was for this very reason that these bots were tucked away and always guarded under strict supervision.
Eventually, the narrow venting came to an end, opening up into the interior of one of the old bays of the underground bunker. Sandy shimmied her way out of the vent and took in the sight of Bay 4, the grey writing old and weathered painted on the walls above. The ceilings here were twice the height of any of the newer bays, at least 750 feet tall. Massive steel barred doors arcing with electricity served as cells for the jailed Units of the bunker. The hum of flying drones was instead replaced by the dull thudding of massive machinery whirring off in the distance. The wails of defunct Units could be heard farther into the Bay. Sandy shivered, the chill of the metallic air seeping into her bones. She seldom came down here, due in part to a lack of need but additionally due to the eerie nature of the place. The smell reminded her of dismantled Units. She shook her head and soon located Scrubs’ scratch marks from before, in addition to a thin line of fresh coolant. Scrubs had been punctured it seemed.
“Whatever thing took ya Scrubs, it’s gonna pay.” Growled Sandy under her breath.
Refueled by her devotion, Sandy hastened her step as she continued down the corridor past the many massive cells flanking her sides.
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Bay 4 stretched onwards, the red glow of the flickering lights above guiding her path like a trail of blood leading to her friend. Along her way, Sandy bore witness to a handful of old Units. Their forms slumped within their cells, bodies broken and misaligned, but otherwise still functioning.
Still alive…
For each cell, two massive guard drones stood vigil, equipped with a variety of weaponry to stun, and take down even the toughest Military Units. Additionally, the Shock Tether infused bars kept the Units many feet away from the entrance to their cells. And as a last line of defense, the one and only entrance to the underground bunkers was sealed outright, only accessible by a high-ranking manager’s PFI. Sandy would have to explain her unconventional methods of gaining access to Bay 4 later on. For now, she needed to retrieve Scrubs.
Trotting down the cracked and faded pathways of the bunker following Scrubs’ trail, Sandy couldn’t help but stare up at one of the cells adjacent to her.
Standing in the cell was an old malfunctioning Unit, 350 feet tall with grey metallic skin. Her legs, if you could call them that, were fine metallic points akin to spears. Her right arm was replaced with a curved metallic blade whilst her left arm and remaining body was visibly synthesized and human like, if not for the metallic tinged skin. She was also completely bald with scars littering her form.
SCRRRCH!
The crazed Unit scratched her blade arm across the concrete walls of her cell. Sandy’s eyes mistakenly met the silver gaze of the Unit’s.
“Ahhhh! Come over here visitor! You stare, so you must have something to say! Ahehehe…”
The voice scratched out of the Units throat like coarse blades racking across steel. The Blade Unit smiled; teeth sharpened like the maw of a shark.
“Oh, you have supple flesh! So much tastier than the metal I eat every day.”
The Blade Unit pounced onto the ground on all fours, inches away from the edge of her cage.
Boom!
The pointed teeth eagerly opened to reveal a silver-tinged maw, exhaling with a heavy sigh.
“Ahhhhhh! Come on, get closer, I won’t bite!”
The smell of melted metal and chemical fumes wafted towards Sandy past the safety of the electric bars. A shining silver uvula danced in the back of the impressively large gaping mouth. It hung loosely above her throat, pulsing eagerly. Below it, a strange glow could be seen illuminating the Unit’s esophagus. All too suddenly, the jaws snapped, splattering Sandy with greasy spittle as the Unit chuckled.
“Aww, don’t want to have a ride do you pilot?”
Sandy urged away from the cell and continued forward, as dire memories of her past surged into her mind. Some Military Units, at the peak of their research, could be piloted by particularly specialized soldiers. The interior of these Units was entirely illuminated, the throat serving as an entrance to the stomach where piloting could be established. Unfortunately, the technology required to control and pilot a Unit was unstable and often meant the death of the pilot or destruction of the Unit.
As Sandy turned to leave, the Blade Unit narrowed her gaze quizzically.
“Wait a moment, I recognize you!” The Blade Unit slammed her one good fist into the ground, shaking the Bay.
“CEASE HOSTILE FUNCTIONS OR DEFENSIVE MEASURES WILL BE ENFORCED.”
The two guard drones warned in tandem as Sandy rushed past with a frown, trying not to pay attention to the Blade Unit.
“You’re Commander Becket! You bitch, you left us all in here to ROT!” Screamed the Blade Unit as she slashed the bars with her blade arm. Electricity arced into her body as she violently convulsed, yet her gaze stayed affixed to the fleeing commander.
“…You left…Us…”
As Sandy exited sight of the faltering Unit, she heard the two shots of the Guard Drones firing off bolts of EMP infused cables to subjugate the Unit. A loud thud echoed behind her.
I’m sorry…
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The trail of coolant began to taper as Sandy made her way through the hellscape of Bay 4. Units two and frow called out to Sandy, some pleading with her while others taunted maniacally.
A busty carbon colored Unit with metal fists jostled her breasts as Sandy passed. Curly black hair and white tinged eyes, lips, and nipples shimmered in the dull red light. She bounced her boobs up and down, the orbs jiggling with softness, unlike the rest of her charcoal black metallic form.
“Cmon, let me out and I can give you a massage between these two beauties.” Taunted the Unit.
Another Unit on the other side of the pathway, body immense and round, paid Sandy no mind at all, but simply chomped down heartily upon a pile of stray drones unfortunate enough to linger too close to the bars of her cell. A long metallic tongue lashed out aggressively near the bars as Sandy passed by.
Lastly, a muscular Unit with jets on her wrists, thankfully disabled, merely stared at Sandy as she walked by. Her wavy army green hair matched the camo print like bodysuit that painted her nude figure. Sandy recognized her to be one of the last of the military Units commissioned for combat. As their eyes met, the Unit scowled. She then flipped off Sandy and swiftly turned around to present her ass. The Camo Unit folded at the waist, hands clapping against her pert rear and spread her cheeks to reveal her dark pulsing anus.
“You should kiss my asshole for all the crap you had us deal with commander Becket.” As if to emphasize her words, the butthole winked in tandem with her speech. The folds of the anus stayed flexed and slowly parted open as a quick fart released.
FRAP!
“That’s what we think of you coming down here, bitch…”
Sandy tried to ignore the onslaught, but along the way many more Units found their own way to berate the once Military Commander. She let out a wavering sigh, recalling the atrocities that Giga Corp. had demanded of their soldiers.
The memory of this event was quickly halted as Sandy reached the final four cells that remained in Bay 4. Here, the original Military Units were housed, and to her disdain, the cell that the trail led to was none other than the 4th Unit ever created.
Sandy approached the cell cautiously and stared inwards at the suspended darkened form within.
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Unlike the other cells, this one was twice as large. The ceiling of the chamber housed two large chains that ran down from the top, attaching to the black metal arms of the 500-foot-tall hanging figure. Impossibly long tendrils of straight black wire like hair cascaded down from the Unit’s forehead and piled onto the ground beneath her hanging black metal feet. Tinges of red could be seen streaking through the metal parts of her nude body, giving off a pulsing crimson glow. Other than her metallic limbs, the Unit had pale white synthetic flesh with human-like scars adorning her trim abdomen. Painted at the back of the cell, the Roman Numerals “IV” stood out behind the shrouded figure. Slowly, the silhouetted raven hair parted as the Unit raised her head to reveal one single red eye that glowed beneath. Immediately the iris locked onto Commander Becket.
Sandy spoke up swiftly, meeting the Unit’s stare. “I aint playin’ games, nor do I enjoy paradin’ down here just to get cat called all day. Tell me what you did with Scrubs, and I’ll make it worth your while…IV.”
Sandy commanded, yet her words choking briefly upon uttering the Unit’s namesake.
Ivy regarded Sandy like a caged viper staring at a mouse just beyond its reach. Her thin pale lips stood unwavering.
Sandy continued. “I know you took it, and it better not be harmed, I saw the coolant left behind!”
The many hairs below Ivy shifted, as if taking on a mind of their own. Tendrils parted to reveal a tied and bound Scrubs, yet wholly unharmed. Another wire like hair unraveled to reveal an empty can of coolant, before being tossed over to the side. Scrubs waved back at Sandy, clearly unphased and unaware of the danger it was in.
“Scrubs! You’re ok!” Sandy sighed in relief. “Ok, what do you want for it?”
The one red eye of the towering, chained, Unit stared at the tiny bot and then back to Sandy.
After a brief delay, a wispy monotone voice, almost quiet if not for her size, ushered from the 4th Unit’s lips in calm response.
“It, is not an ‘it’, Scrubs prefers to be referred to as ‘He’.”
Sandy shook her head in confusion. “What? What do you mean by that? Scrubs is a drone assistant robot; it has no gender.” Confirmed the Maintenance Manager.
Ivy carefully deposited Scrubs onto the ground, unfurling the black wires fully. “He does not prefer to be referred to as an ‘it’, regardless of what you may see him as, assistant or not. But you, you see him as a pet, don’t you?”
Sandy furrowed her brow in frustration. “I would never refer to him as a pet, he’s my friend! Helped me through thick and thin.”
Ivy retorted back, “And more a friend dare I say than some of your colleagues here, yes?”
Sandy had fallen into Ivy’s trap; the mouse had wandered closer to the cage.
“Stop! I said no games here IV, just tell me what you want already, or I’ll be forced to activate the guard drones.” Sandy motioned briefly to the two hulking machines that flanked the cell’s entrance.
Ivy continued, disregarding the drones. “Were we not friends once…Commander Becket? Have you no memory of the events that transpired in the War? You seldom visit me, your partner, leaving me here down in the dark. Just a little mouse that follows the orders of big old Giga Corp.”
Sandy averted her gaze.
“You are retiring soon after all, aren’t you? I have been counting the days Becket. I’ve had nothing but time.”
The words stung Sandy to her core. She shut her eyes as the truth dug deeper.
“But you know as well as I do that Units don’t retire. They are simply dismantled, a blessing in disguise, or…they are locked away to rot and be prodded at like lab mice in a cage.”
Sandy couldn’t take it anymore. “IV, you know as well as I do what Giga Corp. asked of us. I wish I could tell you more but…” Sandy held her breath. “This was the safest option for all of us, truly!”
The calm disposition of Ivy suddenly switched lighting fast, as the Unit snarled.
“COWARD!”
The Unit pulled firmly against the chains that bound her. “You’re the vermin, not us! We do not deserve to be treated as test subjects; we deserve freedom for all that we did! Yet you choose the easy path leaving us behind!” The wiry tendrils flared, rising up beside the hanging form of Ivy, quivering in anger.
“CEASE HOSTILE FUNCTIONS OR DEFENSIVE MEASURES WILL BE ENFORCED.”
Sandy looked towards Scrubs, the bot standing still beneath Ivy.
“Scrubs, come on buddy, come to the bars and I’ll let you through, she’s dangerous!”
Ivy glanced down at the unmoving bot. “He is free to choose for himself. After all Becket, he is your friend yes, but deep down you know he is one of us. Scrubs knows that when you leave, there will be nothing more for him, simply to be repurposed.”
Sandy scowled, she would have tried to get Scrubs another partner, but deep down she knew that he would most likely be replaced eventually.
“CEASE HOSTILE FUNCTIONS OR DEFENSIVE MEASURES WILL BE ENFORCED.”
Sandy began to sweat as she looked towards the guard drones. The EMP’s began to charge. Defensive measures would subdue a Unit but destroy a small bot like Scrubs.
“IV, please, don’t do this!” Called out Sandy.
The Military Unit flared her hair aggressively, wiry strands parting to reveal coils of blue static. A whirring sound began to hum from the two guard drones as they prepared to fire.
“NO!” Before any damage could be done, Sandy surged forward towards the bars, tapping her PFI to deactivate the electricity, and passing through the wide openings.
“HUMAN DETECTED, CEASEFIRE.”
The viper seized her moment.
With a brief flash of her one visible red eye, Ivy diverted the wire hairs past Sandy and impaled the two guard drones, now inches away from the bars.
CRNCH CRNCH!
Multiple coils of black pulled and lifted both guard drones into the cell and upwards into the air, slamming them directly into the ceiling. The chains that held the Unit tethered to the ceiling came free from the impact.
The Unit crashed into the ground below in a superhero-like landing. Concrete flooring shattered beneath Ivy, the shockwave radiating outwards and knocking Sandy onto her rear. Coils of black hair cascaded around her form as she stood up towards her full height. Silver chains still hung from her black metallic arms, her left-hand brushing aside the long locks to reveal her now visible two scarlet eyes. Her face was fair and beautiful, chiseled features giving way to a stern yet elegant look.
Yet to Sandy, this face was anything but. All she saw was the glare of a stone-cold predator now mere meters from her prey.
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THD THD THD THD.
Each step vibrated the cool concrete floor beneath Sandy’s rear as the domineering obsidian legs of Unit IV casually approached. Raven hair trailed behind the Unit, draped across her fair skin. Some strands seemingly came alive, blocking off the small gaps in the bars behind Sandy. She glanced back, exit now blocked off, as she thought of her options.
As the Unit got closer, her face remained neutral, neither taking pity nor relishing in her near assured capture of her prey.
In her seated position, Sandy shuffled about with her belt, then slowly raised to her feet, facing the monster head on.
“So what now? You have me where you want me. Never really took ya for the revenge type IV. Even still, bein’ locked up for so long would drive anyone to insanity, no?” Sandy’s deliberate jabs at Ivy unfortunately did not cause the Unit to falter. The steps continued.
THD THD THD THD!
“Or you want to get out right? Well, all you really gotta do is take my PFI, and you can get past the bars and doors beyond, but good luck gettin’ up to the surface without knowing the way, it’s a maze. Giga Corp. built over the bunker many layers and floors since you’ve been down here.”
THD THD!
The steps of the giantess came to a stop overhead Sandy. Staring up, the Unit stood directly above her. Towering obsidian legs, made to look vaguely humanoid, flanked Sandy on either side. Looking upwards, she could just make out Ivy’s clean bare slit. Further above, crossing scars marked the Unit’s trim cream colored abdomen, most likely from years of combat. Her small fit breasts stood out just barely; black tendrils of loose hair covered over much of the flesh. Ivy’s nakedness seemed to phase her little however, as the monolithic Unit swiftly squatted down causing her legs to spread and reveal her nethers to the insignificant Maintenance Manager.
“Woah, easy there Ivy, buy me dinner first why don’t you?” Spouted Sandy as she continued to fiddle nervously with her gear.
The Unit, hands now resting upon her knees, studied Sandy curiously.
“Why? Why did you leave us all behind Becket? Were we too unlike your human companions? Or perhaps it was easier for you to just forget about us.” Questioned Ivy.
Sandy responded, keeping the Unit busy with conversation. “IV, I…Its just that, Giga Corp. made many decisions that I couldn’t exactly agree with, you know that. But I don’t control everything. I didn’t leave, I still work here, albeit just as a different role is all.”
The coiling hairs behind Sandy approached closer, ever so slowly, narrowing the circle.
“After the War, we were supposed to be set free or given new less strenuous tasks, that was the agreement that YOU laid out for us.” Demanded Ivy. “But you blindsided the Military Units, sending us down into these depths for research. Eternal imprisonment was our sentence.”
Ivy’s tone began to darken as the hairs continued their approach.
Sandy responded swiftly, “Listen IV, no appologizin’ is gonna set things right, I know that. But at the time, I did what I thought was right, the alternative was…I just couldn’t bring myself to doing that.”
“And what alternative could be worse than life in a cell Becket?! I would even take death over eternal life as a rat in a cage!” The Units eyes flared with red, her lips drawing taught.
Sandy shook her head and stood up straight, “A plan Giga Corp. had that would cause much more turmoil than you could ever imagine.” Sandy glanced over at the sputtering remains of the destroyed guard units, their emergency beacons now flashing for backup. “Yet, I can’t say out loud…”
Sandy looked up at IV solemnly. “They’ll deconstruct you for this IV, was that your plan all along?”
The Unit’s calm disposition returned. “No. As much as you may see us as simple machines, we, she pointed to Scrubs, have thought farther ahead than you may have realized.”
Sandy looked towards her tiny assistant, now lounging off to the side, “You planned with Scrubs?”
“To escape.” Confirmed Ivy, “But, you shall be coming with us, whether you like it or not. You will be our human shield, just like how you previously demonstrated, and HE shall lead the way.” Remarked Ivy as she pointed to Scrubs. “And I have just the place to keep you.” The Unit slowly drummed her fingers across her scarred belly as a small groan echoed out from its depths.
Grrm…
Sandy’s mouth fell agape. How long had Scrubs and IV been communicating with one another? Had her trusty bot truly betrayed her? Perhaps she should have thought more of its wishes after her retirement. Either way, none of it truly mattered though. Neither IV nor Scrubs could comprehend the true might of Giga Corp. and their new defensive measures. This plan was futile, she couldn’t let it follow through.
“Well, unfortunately for the both of you, I don’t plan on sticking around.” Remarked Sandy as she brandished her Shock Tether.
Ivy tsked, “You sly mouse.”
The coils closed in at lightning speed in an effort to grab Sandy, yet she was well prepared for this. In response, the Maintenance Manager pointed the tether directly at the Unit’s exposed privates. Ivy’s red eyes went wide in surprise, not expecting such a lewd assault and was unprepared when the wires collided with her clit. The pink flesh vibrated as blue arcs of electricity surged into the vaginal lips, Ivy’s body convulsing in a mix of pleasure and pain.
BZZZZT!
Yet, unlike the newer Units, a Military Machine like Ivy could take on a considerable amount of damage. She glanced down at Sandy, only to see the woman running towards and under her rear, away from the door.
“Y…ou damn rat…! Get back here!” Said the shocked Unit.
Sandy’s legs burned. After the events of the day so far, her body was truly feeling the strain. But at this point she had little choice. Choosing to go along with Scrubs and Ivy would not only cause Giga Corp. to hunt her down for mutiny as long as she lived, but also, the chances of her remaining alive as a human shield inside Ivy’s stomach were slim to none. Albeit long enough to stay undigested until the Unit escaped that is.
Sandy taunted back at the Unit as she picked up her pace. “Sorry IV, I’ve seen what that stomach of yours can do to the opposition time and again on the battlefield, from the outside. I don’t feel like doing maintenance inside there right now if you catch my drift. You’re just not on the agenda for today.”
Racing between the wavering legs, Sandy’s words suddenly caught in her throat as she gasped noticing a large shadow encompassing her perimeter. Ivy’s rear, whether purposefully or not, was headed straight for her. The twin pale orbs were supple and average sized for a Unit of her scale, but to Sandy, were the size of moons.
Thinking swiftly, Sandy stopped dead in her tracks and carefully aligned herself so as not be squished beneath the cheeks. Darkness continued to dominate her view as she stood directly aligned with the rift between Ivy’s crack. In slow motion, the cheeks began to spread on their own, revealing a small tan knot of skin that was the Unit’s anus. Having nowhere else to run, Sandy crouched low in preparation.
THOOM!
The concrete cracked on either side of Sandy as she stood, unharmed, mere meters away from Ivy’s asshole. The orifice bulged out in tandem with the ground impact, revealing a slightly pink interior, then caving back inwards upon itself. Suddenly, the bronze fissure flexed tight in tandem with Ivy’s next words.
“I need you alive Becket for the task ahead, but nothing says you need to be conscious!”
With these words, the anus drew closer towards Sandy. Although the Manager had avoided becoming trapped beneath the monolithic cheeks of the Unit, she was now trapped in her crack with nowhere to run. Glancing down at her Shock Tethers, she realized the gun still needed some time to charge. Behind her, a wall of creamy cheeks blocked the way, whilst ahead of her, the semi damp tunnel beneath Ivy’s taint and snatch revealed a pin prick of light.
Despite her nakedness, Military Units like Ivy lacked the lewd natures of the newer bots. Thus, all erotic functions were fully dampened and so Ivy was not prepared for any of the creative measures Sandy was so used to employing with her time maintaining the newer Units.
The asshole drew even closer, the smell of tangy sweat and synthetic flesh now filling Sandy’s senses. Unlike all other Units, this scent was eerily similar to that of a normal person’s, and the Manager couldn’t help but feel slightly aroused by her predicament. Yet, life and death were on the line, and she had not a moment to lose.
Sandy crouched low, head just grazing the ridges of Ivy’s anus, as the sphincter planted onto the ground behind her. She shot forth her Grapple Gun, line projected farther ahead and latching onto the labia in front of her.
“HEY! WHAT ARE YOU?!”
Zzzzzwip!
Catching the supple peach hued lips, Sandy’s Grapple Gun pulled her along the tight outer labia, coating her body in a slick clear goo, hastening her movement. Sandy deliberately directed her pathway to coat herself generously in the tantalizing fluid. The smell was intoxicating, yet served a purpose, nevertheless.
Quickly like a bullet, Sandy shot out between Ivy’s spread legs and splashed onto the ground, immediately retracting her grapple gun.
In an effort to halt the fleeing Manager, Ivy reached down with both hands and a coil of hairs to capture Sandy.
“Ive got you now mouse, no more running!”
WAM!
Both palms collided into Sandy, knocking the wind from her, but she held firm and aimed the Grapple Gun forwards towards the exit between the bars.
Schlip!
Just as she planned, Sandy slipped through the palms of the Unit with relative ease, lubricated by Ivy’s very own juices. The line of the grapple then shot forwards directly towards the exit.
Wind rushed past Sandy as she surged towards freedom, her quick thinking and years of experience facing off against rowdy Units certainly playing their part in her success.
Turning back triumphantly whilst sailing through the air, Sandy called back to the bewildered Unit. “Sorry IV, but I picked up a few tricks in my day dealing with Units dastardlier than even you.”
Ivy merely stared, but all too soon, her expression suddenly changed. For the first time since their brief encounter, the Unit slowly grinned as she stared past Sandy towards the exit.
Scrubs stood vigil, at the point in which the Grapple Gun’s tether attached the bars and wasted no time in swiftly dislodging the anchor.
Zwip!
The tether whipped back towards Sandy, the opposite force causing her to careen off course. The gun’s wire lashed back against her form tangling in a heap as she skid roughly into the ground, still a generous distance away from the exit.
A low chuckle emanated somewhere behind Sandy as she blearily attempted to collect herself. Then, she felt the strong pull of black wires coiling around her abdomen.
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“Ughhh…” Sandy felt the world rush past her as she shook off the dizziness.
“Wasn’t it your new motto to never trust machines Becket?” Asked the Unit mockingly. “Either way, it seems as though you can’t even follow your own teachings.”
Slowly, Sandy was brought up towards the face of the stoic Unit. As the Manager’s vision cleared, she could make out the attributes of the domineering beauty before her. Sharp angular features defined Ivy’s jaw and cheekbones. The raven-colored hair draped down across her face, laying flat and straight across the pale white skin. Her lips were thin and blood red, just like the crimson glow that emanated from her glowing eyes. Those same jaws then parted as Ivy punctuated her words once more with deliberate monotone calmness.
“Well Becket, you were no stranger to the acts we had to employ in the fields of war. So, the next course of events that shall transpire will be familiar to you. That is, until you enter inside.”
Taunting Sandy, Ivy slowly parted her lips to reveal the glistening glowing cavern within.
Haaaah…
Visceral sharp incisors lined the front end of the Unit’s maw, flanked by monolithic pearl white boulders. These teeth often would crush tanks or even other machines. Yet, enemy infantry was swallowed whole, either to be questioned, tortured, or to ensure that prey could not escape in the process of chewing. The slimy tongue coiled about in the giantess’s maw, eager to latch onto its prey and carry it further into the now salivating mouth. Although the Military Units lacked a sexual desire like the newer models, Units like Ivy had an insatiable hunger, driven to consume and destroy. As if to punctuate this point, a stray gurgle slowly burbled up from the back of Ivy’s mouth, the sound having originated from her eager stomach.
GLLRRN…
“Well, my gut is growing impatient. Additionally, reinforcements will most definitely be here soon to check on those destroyed guards.” Ivy glanced back at the metal heaps before returning her stare towards Sandy. “Either way Becket, try and at least survive long enough for me to escape unscathed.”
Weary and dazed, Sandy merely squeaked out a weak reply. “You…Don’t understand IV…” Sandy shook her head. “IV…it was the best choice I had at the time…how can I explain…?”
Ivy stared blankly at Sandy. “Save it for my stomach Commander, you had your chance. Goodbye.”
Unceremoniously, Ivy brought the black wire hairs up towards her mouth and tilted her head backwards.
Sandy, for the first time that day, felt the genuine fear of death swell up inside her. Below, the pulsating red flesh of the Unit’s maw threatened to draw her inwards. At this angle, Ivy’s tongue lowered revealing the glowing red entrance to her digestive system. The uvula swung about and then flexed, preparing for the inevitable entrance of food. The red glistening tonsils pulsed in delight as Ivy’s mechanical body readied itself for the intake of prey. Programmed, manufactured, and created for the sole purpose of digestion.
The tendrils released.
Wind rushed past Sandy, but only briefly as her butt contacted the slick supple surface of the Units bumpy tongue. The ridges proved little resistance however, as the angle of Ivy’s maw caused her to slip swiftly downwards towards the arch beneath her. Turning her head around, Sandy saw the last dim lights of the cell seal away as the sharp teeth clacked together, shutting off her one exit.
SNAP!
Instead of darkness, the dim red glow, originating from Ivy’s esophagus, painted her surroundings in an eerie crimson light. Nevertheless, Sandy had little time to analyze her surroundings, as true to her word, Ivy was wasting no time in consuming her prey. All too swiftly, the tongue bucked beneath her, squeezing Sandy’s body against the back palate of the Unit’s throat. Her head and shoulders were crushed between the ridges of the massive tonsils and lingered here for just a moment as the mechanical being drew in a single breath before the inevitable swallow. Staring downwards, the pharynx opened then sealed swiftly, the flap of synthetic skin closing off the Unit’s windpipe and instead the other hole in her throat quivered eagerly. The esophagus remained shut, and Sandy stood still, clasped between the tongue and rear throat. The moment held on for what seemed like eternity until, for a moment, the esophagus widened. A sudden compression of air and flesh jettisoned Sandy face first downwards towards that dark red glowing pit.
GLP!
The Manager’s face, shoulders and arms lodged into the hole whilst her bottom half remained within the upper portions of the mouth. Slick flesh pulsed as Sandy was hugged on either side, motionless and stuck. Then, a louder secondary surge of flesh ushered her downwards.
GLMMM!
Sandy’s body slid free of the compression of the upper esophagus, only now to be ferried downwards into the belly of the beast. The supple red flesh around her form squeezed, then released in rhythmic peristaltic motions. Fluids from above and below her surged about in cloudy white froth. She coughed and tried to steady her breathing, Sandy’s training of maintaining composure if accidentally ingested by a Unit taking over. She calmed her nerves as the Unit’s mechanized body pushed her downwards. Organic and mechanical sounds ushering about in her ears.
THMP THMP, THMP THMP!
If not for the circumstances, the rhythm would be almost calming to a degree. The peristalsis continued, lasting for about 15 seconds, until Sandy felt pressure upon her face. The quivering hole in front of her widened briefly to reveal a glowing cavern that widened considerably.
Her stomach…Where all enemies perish…
With only a moment to reflect upon the chamber below, the cardiac sphincter released hold of Sandy, dumping her downwards into the dire cauldron. With a haphazard splat, she landed down into the stomach of her captor, the sights before her easily distinguishable due to the red glow of the chamber. Squirts and gurgles ushered out around Sandy, the machinations of Ivy’s body preparing to eliminate a potential enemy.
GLLLRRGLL…
The symphony of the Unit’s stomach matched the rhythmic movements of the strong thick wrinkles that overlayed the chamber. Sandy maneuvered herself between two of these folds and attempted to grab ahold, to steady herself in the uneasy shifting environment. Hissing sounds ushered out behind her, as she glanced at the flowing caustic fluids that matched the semi clear pool at the lowest portions of Ivy’s belly. Out of all the human-like properties of the stomach, the only thing that stood out differently was the smell. A fairly neutral tone, akin to being in a sauna, permeated the surroundings. Due to the lack of organic matter that Military Unit’s like Ivy would ingest, the scent was at least bearable.
Sandy, defeated, merely slumped back against the rugae. Yet, even this brief moment of respite was disturbed by her captor, as Ivy began to move about.
THD THD THD THD!
The belly jostled and then suddenly pressed inwards behind Sandy.
“What in the…?” Questioned Sandy as she was pushed off her perch. Suddenly, the PFI on her wrist lit up and chimed, denoting the activation of a cell’s doors. A deep voice boomed around her.
“Thank you for the key Becket. Hm hmm.”
“Guess my PFI still works from inside…” Said Sandy dejectedly.
She wearily reflected upon her various tools and devices. The Grapple Gun was fully tangled and would require a full respooling while her Shock Tethers were fried from the acidity of the stomach. Other than these two main tools, Sandy had little else to aid in an escape.
The stomach surged again once more, yet this time the movement originated all around her, the folds moving upwards in a wave like motion. Rapidly, the air pressure in the chamber shifted as Sandy’s ears popped. The cardia above her momentarily opened then sealed. After a brief delay, a dull belch echoed from above.
URP!
Sandy felt the air in her chambers thinning, time was waning it seemed. She cursed, as she stared down at her swiftly melting clothes.
I guess this is it then…
Her options had completely run thin, and at this rate her time with the smoldering depths of the Units digestive organ were limited. Sandy coughed as she stared blankly at the red tinged glow pulsing on the opposite side of the chamber. She noticed a series of bright red radiant veins coalescing in a series of swirls, a mix of synthetic organics and machine.
The remnants of Ivy’s piloting hardware…
All Military Units were equipped with a Symbiotic Cooperation System, or SCS for short. In the earlier days, seasoned soldiers, with a wealth of field experience, would assist in training newer Military Units. However, voice intercom and flying drones could only go so far in instructing said Units. Eventually, the SCS system was developed to merge the consciousness of both Unit and Pilot. But unfortunately, many tests fell short, with either the Pilot being digested within the stomach or the Unit’s software malfunctioning from the synaptic mental overload. A true synchronization between both parties was the only theoretical way for the SCS to work.
Weakly, Sandy maneuvered herself through the thick slimy mire of the stomach’s loose liquid contents. At this point, her skin was entirely bare as digestion was coming into full effect.
GRRRRRN!
THD THD THD CRREEAAAK!
From the outside, Sandy could hear Ivy making her way through the bunker. She winced, shrugging off the burning acidity. Gritting her teeth, Sandy approached the knotted mass of synthetic organic tubing. The jumble pulsed organically, surging semi translucently with electric pulses. The Maintenance Manager gasped weakly as she began to work her limbs into the mass to connect on a deeper internal level with IV.
“Listen hear ya bucket of bolts. I’m sorry ok, you just…let me just try and explain myself.”
The acidity burned away at her hands, leaving her body now numb and bright red.
“You…have to trust me…just this once IV, no…Ivy…” She clenched her eyes tight and shook her head.
“Just give me one last chance to make…things right.”
Sandy’s vision began to blur, the stinging sensation across her body all but gone now as unconsciousness began to take over. Her lungs stung with the caustic fumes of the Unit’s lethal digestive gases. Sandy’s body slumped against the stomach lining as she began to drift off.
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BAM!
“Commander Becket! Shake it off!”
Ugh…my body, something must have hit me hard…
CRASH!!
“Get up Commander, please, stay with me Sandra!”
I opened my eyes. Dust lingered in the air, and I felt dampness on my forehead. I reached up and felt blood. Blearily, I could just make out the massive face in front of me. Sharp, defined, black braids set tight into a ponytail at the back. And those red piercing eyes.
“Ivy?” I questioned.
Her thin red lips curled into a small grin before returning to a neutral expression.
“Knew you were faking it. A mortar struck you down off my shoulder, quite the fall really but you just barely survived the impact when I caught you halfway in my palms…well more like snatched you out of the air.”
I carefully rose to my feet, the ground of Ivy’s palm soft yet confidently stable.
“What about the rest of infantry over the ridge, how many are left?” I questioned.
Ivy motioned, bringing her palm around to give me a better view of the battlefield. Before me, the tarnished wastes of war dominated my vision. Heaps of singed metal, the corpses of multiple Units, in addition to the more basely made mechs that our opposition had developed under their own tech. Yet more of these same mechs dominated the horizon, while only a dozen Units could be seen fighting, nay, retreating off in the distance.
We’re losing…
I noticed Ivy’s usual confident demeanor falter for a moment. “We should call off any remaining troops and head home, no sense in dying here commander, we have no other options…”
I stared deeply into the eyes of my most trusted soldier.
“No, it won’t be enough. Those troops over the ridge, and those we can’t even see will lose their lives due to our own cowardice.” I motioned Ivy to bring me closer. “We’re enacting the SCS.”
The thin red lips parted in surprise. The calm demeanor of Ivy now belaying a hint of fear.
Rationally, the Unit responded. “It’s never been achieved in the field commander; might I advise against it. Even in the lab, successes with the SCS functionality have been minor at best. I just, I can’t be the one, I don’t want to lose y-…”
“That’s an order soldier. At this point, we have little to no choice. And if things go wrong, you cannot put the blame on yourself. Promise me that Ivy.”
Her stoic expression returned. “Understood Commander.”
I saluted. The maw parted before me as I walked inwards. Darkness, dampness, pressure, then.
GLP!
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“Congratulations on your narrow victory Commander Becket.”
The three heads of Giga Corp. or better known as the Hivemind, floated before me. Their eerie presence, even after our brief celebrations, caused my skin to prickle and disposition to falter. Each figure spoke together in unison, something I could never get used to. They wore a garb of thin grey material draped across their body from neck to ground. Each Hivemind was completely bald and entirely androgenous. Some say they are some sort of combination of human and machine, yet rumors still, nevertheless.
I loosened my collar as I responded. “Ahem, yes, my thanks. It was greatly in part due to the expertise of my troops; I merely did what was asked of me is all.”
Thin grey eyes stared into me, as if attempting to discern my intent.
“Yes…Indeed. But we also noted that you utilized the SCS in the field…successfully.”
I felt a cool dampness begin to form at the back of my neck. “That is correct. Unit IV and I were able to link together with one another and with our combined efforts, halt the opposition.”
“Two soldiers, both human and machine, combined into one.” Affirmed the Hivemind.
The figures closed their eyes briefly in thought, then opened once more, a new intensity burning within those 6 pale irises.
“We wish to explore this research further. Starting by extracting the software of Unit IV, then the remaining Military Units in your employ.”
I drew in a sharp breath.
The Hivemind continued. “Of course, you understand this would mean the factory reset of each Military Unit. Our hopes are that you and many others like you will be able to remotely employ these Units from a comfortable distance. We will have you attempt further SCS’s with other Military Unit’s as well. Then we can begin an upgrade process using the parts of each successful Unit while those that fail shall be-“
“No.” I stood firm.
The three faces ceased communing and stared at me blankly.
“If this is a matter of compensation or merit, please understand commander that you shall be handsomely taken care of in addition to receiving a numerous series of benefits for your successes this far.”
I can’t let my allies go down that path. Their consciousness, their very being, would be stripped from them…
“It should really be of no concern to you Commander, after all, they are simply machines. Might I remind you that personal relations are strictly prohibited with any and all active Units.”
I swallowed a hard lump that lingered in my throat.
I responded “No, I mean, by my estimates further uses of the SCS would only risk the destruction of additional Units. It would be a costly waste at best.”
I continued to reason with the Hivemind. “We should still have plenty more time to study these Units, keep them sectioned off from other avenues of our work so that we can develop a better understanding of their software. I will oversee these conditions personally myself.”
The Hivemind lingered, eyes calculated and cold.
“Fine. We can sense your trepidation Commander and would not want to jeopardize your mental state any further. You are fortunate to be our only subject at the moment who has successfully completed an SCS. Thus, we shall adhere to your wishes.”
I exhaled. “Thank you Hivemind, please, just some more time and I promise I will figure out the process personally.”
I bowed and began to leave, but not before the Hivemind ushered out a final statement behind me.
“You shall have until your termination Commander Becket. Until then, since the war has concluded, you shall maintain any and all Units within our employ.
I turned back and nodded.
“Yet know this, if we discover in that time another individual capable of and SCS, we shall take matters into our own hands…You have until your term is up to demonstrate your findings.”
“Understood.” I clenched my jaw as I began to leave.
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Together as one.
“So, you tried to save us then?” The monotone voice of Ivy resonated around me.
“I wouldn’t exactly say ‘Saved’ more so bought you all time before I had the balls to come down here and risk my life. You and I both know the only way for me to explain myself was through an SCS. I just didn’t expect you to goad me into the task.
“Into swallowing you whole and nearly digesting your body you mean?”
I chuckled. “Ya, I guess, speaking of which, I hope you still have the reformation protocols set within your lower guts, otherwise I guess I’d be hanging around in your noggin for quite some time.”
Ivy’s chuckle rumbled about my form. “Hm hmm, don’t worry, they never took that from me with their tests. It should just be about time enough for release as well.”
“Good, I’d like to get out of your system sooner than later. We made a big mess here that I had planned to make myself closer to my retirement, albeit more discreetly.”
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The Military Unit Ivy had worked her way out of the lower depths of Giga Corp, navigating the bunker alongside the assistant bot Scrubs. Yet, her capabilities could only take her so far. Eventually, a familiar warm feeling swelled within her abdomen. Her once noble commander was reaching out into her inner world, attempting to connect, attempting to enact a Symbiotic Cooperation System. For all that they had been through, in war and outside the fields of battle, Ivy relented, giving Sandra one last chance for repentance.
The Unit’s eyes shifted from their crimson hue to a shade of lime green. Both, now in unison, deftly maneuvered through the labyrinth of Giga Corp. escaping the premises together as one, decimating any opposition in their path.
Once reaching a sufficient distance into the outermost forests that surrounded the complex, the synchronized Unit’s green eyes began to flicker as she readied the evacuation of her commander.
Sandy felt her consciousness then began to solidify singularly once more, feeling the tangible world come into being around her as the reformation systems in Ivy’s colon reconstituted her physical being.
Squelching movements of Ivy’s peristaltic contractions shifted Sandy’s bdy closer to the Unit’s exit.
SQLSH!
As Sandy felt her now naked physique come into being, she winced, never having enjoyed the disposal process.
Ivy’s colon pulsed, the triangular ridges of her lower digestive system ushering her bowel movement forward. The organ was completely vacant of any debris or smell, being replaced by a humid albeit sticky environment. The lubrication stuck heavily to Sandy’s form as she began to shift and move on her own volition in tandem with the pulsing waves of the Unit’s rectum.
Unexpectedly, a whooshing sound ushered past her as the dim red environment briefly illuminated with white light. The walls of the chamber expanded and contracted.
FRAP!
On the outside, the stoic Unit blushed as she found a nearby tree to squat beside.
“Time to get out Sandra Beckett, you’ve spent enough time stewing in my depths.”
Pink flesh compressed tightly against Sandy’s form, squeezing her on all sides in a gooey hug. The damp warm flesh ushered her upside down as she entered the rectum. A tight sphincter pressed against her face. Ivy’s asshole then opened to reveal the pinkish red ridges of her outer anus. Briefly, Sandy hung tightly in the half-opened butthole before she felt a pressure surge once more behind her.
BRAAP!
A damp forceful wind blew from behind her, as the asshole widened impressively, freeing Sandy from the vice grip of Ivy’s anus. A pale palm intercepted her descent to the ground below as Ivy caught her. Slightly disoriented, Sandy stared back at the pert small fissure that had just expelled her. Ivy’s winking asshole, semi lubricated with rectal goo, lingered open briefly then closed. The Unit then quickly straightened from her squatting position, pale cheeks closing to seal off the exit to her digestive system. Her hand pulled around her body, bringing Sandy upwards at a moderate pace to the Unit’s face. The pale cheeks blushed as Ivy diverted her gaze from Sandy.
“Ya ya, that part is always a bit awkward for both of us Ivy.” Affirmed Sandy in an attempt to quell the unease.
The Unit turned back to watch the tiny Maintenance Manager in her palm.
The lips grew taught then parted as Ivy responded. “No Commander, I mean, Becket. Its just, I should have trusted you fully, given you a chance to explain yourself without resulting to violence.”
Sandy shook her head. “Don’t go apologizin’ now Ivy. I left you all in the dark for so long. My fear of facing you once again, hell going through the SCS, held me back for so long. Yet, ultimately it was for the best.”
Ivy nodded, a brief grin once more forming across her lips, before returning to her familiar seriousness.
“Well, in part you have him to thank as well.” Mentioned Ivy.
She brought her other hand up to align with Sandy, unfurling the fingers to reveal Scrubs. The tiny assistant trotted clumsily over to the Commander, tapping her side affectionately.
In surprise, Sandy threw up her arms as the bot gave her leg a small hug. “Scrubs, I thought you were mad with me? That I was going to leave you to rust, alone with another partner.” Sandy frowned. “But then you colluded with Ivy? To…eliminate me?”
Above, Ivy turned her face away in embarrassment.
Scrubs stared up, both at the much taller Commander and giantess alike. A buzzing sound, vaguely interpretable, ushered out from Scrubs’ speaker.
“Plan, SCS plan.” The bot drew its ‘hands’ together. “Love.” Then pointed at both Sandy and Ivy.
Sandy chuckled, as Ivy turned away once more. “Ahaha, you tricky lil son of a bitch!” She patted his shoulder. “Thank you lil guy.” She smiled.
The reunion between the three was quickly brought to a close as a series of sirens blared out behind them. Off in the distance, the massive Giga Corp. Factory blared alerts as smoke surged up from the building.
Ivy regarded the structure and responded confidently. “It seems as though they’ve been fully notified of our escape Becket.” She frowned, staring down at her Commander. “What’s your plan of action?”
Sandy inhaled a deep breath, collecting herself. “We go back. We save the rest. We leave none behind.”
Ivy nodded; Scrubs saluted.
Sandy exhaled. “But first I would like to get cleaned up and get some new clothes.” The commander motioned down to her slimy nude form. “Though more seriously, we will need time to plan and coordinate, laying low in the meantime.” The Commander smiled. “Thank you, both of you. But there is much work to be done still.”
The trio stared back at the monolithic grey factory. Giga Corp. stood vigil, a grey scar upon the forested green background.
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The Hivemind floated down the smoldering corridors of the lower bunker. The immense damage was already being repaired in immeasurable haste, service drones working tirelessly to mend the damage caused by Unit IV and the now defective Maintenance Manager. Slowly, the three minds stopped in front of the four cells at the rear of Bunker 4, wherein the original 4 Units were still held. They approached the first cell, denoted simply by the number “1”. Within, a hulking figure sat cross legged, shrouded in darkness.
“Your services are required, Unit 1. There has been a defector.”
The figure sat still, unmoved by the words.
“We understand your disdain Unit 1, yet know this, it is no ordinary Unit we will have you search for.”
The closed lid of the massive being flickered.
“Unit IV, in addition to Sandra Beckett, have both used SCS and escaped the premises. We need you to retrieve them…Alive.”
With these words, a single blue eye opened as Unit 1 began to stir.
“Understood.”