EXTRACT FOR
The Factory
(Kelly Addams)

My track bottoms she gasped, she had discounted the cleaning robot, and it was the X-21 that had a firm grip on her waistband. The robot began to lift and Ashley groaned aloud as the stretchy fabric bit deep into her cunt, spreading her labia and crushing her erect clitoris. She felt her feet breaking contact with the floor, she was being slowly raised and her entire weight was resting on her throbbing bean. Another inch and she lost contact and toppled forward, taut fabric assaulted her cunt, then parted at the seam with a crack. A moment later she was sprawled on the floor, her torn pants hanging from the skeleton hand of the robot looming over her. 

Shocked and more than a little confused Ashley lay there for a moment as her scrambled brain tried to decide what to do next.

Just get away from them she screamed inside then attempted to scramble to her feet.

"Oh you aren't getting away that easily." Dr Conrad sat in his control room and chuckled as he swiftly typed code into his keyboard, instructing and directing the developing action. "And now to have some fun with you my dear, fun for me, but definitely not fun for you."

Ashley scrambled to her feet again, but the robot cleaner was too fast and in a split second it had grasped both of her arms and lifted her from her feet. Slowly and silently it rotated until Ashley was directly facing it's security counterpart.

"Oh Fuck!" she groaned as a metal hand pressed against her snatch.

Doctor Conrad typed furiously then laughed aloud as he watched her head jerk back and her mouth and eyes fly wide. His code had been perfect, and now three cold hard fingers were plunged deep into her sodden hole, stretching her without remorse.

"What the hell is that?" he gasped, then zoomed the camera until he could see Ashley's cunt more clearly. "Damn, that's her clit, what a monster!" Once again his fingers flew across the keyboard as sadistic images floated into his twisted mind.