💔 @ Belle
"Fucking chaos~" Belle mumbled under her breathe as she continued to modify the weapons on the table while panting lightly. Moaning could be heard behind some crates. Behind said crates was, well, herself. A perfect copy she made after her head was reprogrammed by some unknown hacker. This one was more sleek, and could even be mistaken for a real Mobian. One major difference was the fact she was a major slut and took it from whoever. Their brains linked by the hacker as a way to make sure to keep the original Belle in line and her original program unable to try and fix itself.
"Do you have to do that here Bella? It's hard enough to feel whoever's fucking you, but hearing it is another matter," Belle said tightening a bolt on the weapon. "I swear, I don't know why the boss makes me puts up with you. When he's not screwing you himself that is." The bot then moved onto the next weapon.
"Shut the fuck, ah, up~ I'm having fun~ Oh, go fucking harder~" Bella wraps her legs around the Mobian fucking her to pull them close and get them deeper. "Maybe you'd be less of a, fuck, stick in the mud if someone plowed your gears too~" The sound of the crate creaking gets louder.
"I'm meant to work, you're meant for whatever the fuck the boss wants you to do." Belle opened up the weapon, starting to work on it. At least until she dropped her tools and dropped to her knees feeling Bella climax. She couldn't it, but was programmed to simulate the feeling. The bot tries to stand up only to moan and fall back to her knees. "Fucking, seriously~? You whore~"
Bella moans fill the room again having told the Mobian to keep going. "Get used to it, because I'm going for a few more rounds~" And she meant that too, even if Belle was going to bitch about it. Bella rolled her eyes, fighting through it and managing to continue to work, though was forced to move at a slow pace to not screw up.
