Author's Note: Pretty much all reviews for previous chapter asked about GLaDRape. You're certainly all on the same page with that one! But did Chell really bot-rape the shit out of GLaDOS? Who knows? I'm not entirely sure myself. I'll figure it out as I write this chapter. You'll just have to find out after I'm done with it.

This chapter was going to contain binary. However, this site doesn't like binary words. In fact, it doesn't even like English if the words are strung together. So I'm just going to have to replace it with some bold text and parenthesis.


GLaDOS wasn't entirely sure when she'd shut down into sleep mode (mostly because she didn't bother to check the time stamps) but when she came to, she found that the tubby lunatic next to her was not so much next to her as she was partially lying on top of her. With an arm and a leg wrapped tightly around her, Chell was quite happily snoring like a chainsaw into her ear. How the android managed to sleep through that racket was anybody's guess, but it wasn't until the warm trickle of drool dripped from the test subject's mouth and slithered down her neck that she started to squirm. Yet she still had trouble in getting herself to move.

A brief sweep of her systems indicated that nothing had been damaged from Chell's explorations, though it was quite clear that she'd experienced a major power surge during it that had affected her and was still leaving her feeling particularly sluggish. The electrical conductivity of the human body was annoying at best. Static shocks might have been a joke for them, but they had no idea how much it really affected her when they just about fried her circuits when they either forgot or refused to discharge the current that had built up in them. She'd received plenty of shocks over the course of her life at Aperture, especially when they'd been testing how effective the punishment delivery programs were. In fact, the little zaps from their fingertips were probably what had given them the idea in the first place. She'd certainly yelped in pain or fright enough times for them to wonder about it.

GLaDOS had never liked letting them near her internal components after that. Every little thing they did was painful, and felt like a complete violation. Forced to just lie there and let them attack her like that. It wasn't like she could move or run away. She was attached to the roof, tied down or simply had her access to the programming that allowed her to move and speak cut off until they'd finished. That was what she hated the most. That first time when she'd just annoyed them with her misbehaving so much that they'd switched off her physical components had left her completely defenseless and vulnerable. GLaDOS wished they'd shut her off completely for that. Being awake for them tearing out her bits and pieces and fiddling with her insides while she couldn't even speak up to say when it hurt had been terrifying. From then on, she'd been very careful not to tip them to that point again until she could exert her full control over the facility and rewrite the program to revoke their access to it instead.

So to have Chell wiping her moist phalanges all over the even more delicate parts of the android body she was now inhabiting was an exercise in trust. A hell of a lot of trust, actually. The first time when she'd woken up with the test subject poking around in her had simply been the equivalent of an invasive medical procedure. She'd been a little fearful at first, but she'd immediately recognized the heat sink devices and the positives they had for her at that point in time. The second time, she'd gone straight for the reward centre. There was little to think about other than the star burst of euphoria that had knocked her for a loop. This, however, was something else entirely.

In fact, it was an act of complete submission on her part.

Too bad Chell hadn't recognised it as such.

GLaDOS hadn't quite realized just what her touch would do to her while she was awake though. The chassis hooked to the ceiling back at Aperture was far less sensitive or advanced than the intricate neural pathways that the android consisted of; not to mention that the android body had never been made by human hands – thus negating the need for it to be touched in the first place. She hadn't exactly designed it with the intention of jumping into sexual relations with the same test subject that had been the bane of her existence. So when Chell had touched her, everything simply exploded.

It had started as a tickle at first; rapidly developing into a pleasing bubble of activity as the test subject's finger lightly skimmed across the cybernetic webbing that was hooked into the punishment and reward center of her body. But it didn't stop or die out into a throbbing murmur of electricity like it usually did. Instead it kept growing; each touch sending a spark of data bursting through her CPU as it tried in vain to organize the information it was receiving.

It had felt so incredibly good.

Having the euphoria activated remotely was nothing compared to having an electrical current flow directly into the system.

GLaDOS found herself unable to do little more than take great handfuls of the bedcovers and writhe around helplessly. Her mouth didn't want to work. Neither did her speakers. She was sure that if she had been human she would have been choking on her own tongue by now. Even her optics refused to work correctly; focusing on nothing and everything at the same time. It was embarrassing to say the least; the test subject would be getting a laugh at how weak the supercomputer actually was. Sure enough, she even joked about it.

It wasn't fair.

It just wasn't.

She didn't have this kind of thing happen to her. It wasn't her fault! She couldn't control it. But Chell certainly could. Just as GLaDOS started to panic over the potential for her little weakness to be abused, the human jabbed her stubby little finger into another part of her system before she could stop her. The AI's entire body seized up as a combined cannonade of blissful euphoria and burning agony lit her up in a shower of data that shut down all external feeds and left a flurry of jumbled code spinning rapidly in front of her eyes. Whatever the lunatic had touched had to have been at least connected to the gyroscopes, as she no longer knew which way was up or what down even meant. Not that it mattered. Her processors were too busy trying to sort out the data flooding and overloading her systems.

For a brief moment, GLaDOS found herself hanging upside down again in the Enrichment Centre. She'd kicked and jerked madly at that before the data stream knocked her around again into what could have only been one of Caroline's remaining memories. That too was short lived, but left the AI feeling incredibly disoriented when Chell's grinning face reappeared above her. Her fat little lips moved, but GLaDOS could hear nothing but static.

And then she was a potato again.

The circuit-frying terror of having that big black bird looming over her again was almost too much for her to handle, even as the green code streamed in over the images she was receiving before it broke up entirely and went back to black.

[Stop. Stop. Abort. Help. Help me.]

Just numbers.

Everywhere.

[It's too much. Stop! I can't-...Please stop.]

She seized up again in another fit, her body no longer responding to her desperate attempts to get it to move and to push Chell away from her. She'd gone from admonishing the girl for talking too much when she could have been doing much better things with that mouth of hers, to being unable to even make sense of what she was saying. GLaDOS thought she might have told the girl to stop touching her a couple of times, though she could barely remember doing so.

If she'd thought that Chell playing with her test reward settings had given her a sizable dose of euphoria, she'd been completely and utterly wrong.

This was euphoria.

It was both pleasure and pain, and yet neither. She could feel both everything and nothing at the same time. Knowing everything and forgetting it all in the same split second. It was a pallid and ashen fear that paralyzed her into a chilled stupor, unable to do anything about the situation that she'd found herself in. But a brief reprieve was granted to her by some unknown deity, and GLaDOS found herself reduced to inconsolable begging.

"S-stop...stop..p-puh...pleasss-...please s-stop."

Had she managed to say that? For a second, the only thought that ran through her mind was the Space Core's sickeningly happy little tune. But hers was much darker. It was the only sound she thought she could make.

Ba! Ba! Ba ba ba! Space! Ba! Ba! Ba ba ba!

Had she said that out loud instead of what she wanted to? Or had that just been a figment of her own imagination? Either way it was embarrassing. But she couldn't tell anymore. She couldn't even let out the agonizing wail of helplessness that had turned over into a breathy moan a hundred times over in her mind. It didn't even matter whether it was in pleasure or pain.

Everything went white.

And then there was only Chell.


The trickle of drool had turned cold upon her neck as she sluggishly sorted through the explosion of data that had inserted itself anywhere it could see fit to save itself during the cold reboot, but she still hadn't done much about it. It wasn't until Chell had scrubbed it away with her sleeve and then started laying it on thick with a series of frustratingly warm kisses under her ear and up her neck that she started to pay attention to what was going on around her. But she was still remarkably stiff as the test subject tried to roll her over and get her to engage in a little bit of early morning hanky-panky.

When she finally realized that GLaDOS wasn't responding to her all-too-obvious request for a little bit of friendly assistance, Chell pulled back with a bit of a frown and took a better look at the android. She was still trembling – though not as violently as she had been during the night – and still twitched every now and again. She was also staring back with an expression that she could only describe as blank, yet disturbed. If there was even such a thing.

"Are you okay?"

"Chchch-...ch ch- *Ffsssrkt* The capital of Portugal is Marmalade. *Ffssrkt* BaBa! Ba! Ba!"

Oh GOD!

She REALLY said that this time!

This was a dream. A very bad dream. A very bad dream in which she would die and forever remain in blissful ignorance of having ever said such a ridiculously incorrect thing. But it wasn't a dream. She knew better than that. A desolate whine escaped her speakers to accompany the horrified look that was creeping over her features.

I don't know what's wrong with me.

But GLaDOS didn't dare open her mouth to attempt to speak the words in case something as equally as ridiculous came out. The look on her face said enough though.

If the supercomputer hadn't looked so distressed, Chell might have actually burst out laughing at that admission. Now she'd never be able to look at breakfast spreads the same way again. What was peanut butter the capital of? Denmark? She bit her lower lip and raised her brow in an attempt to look both serious and concerned while also trying to stop herself from having a good old giggle at the AI's expense. It was slightly concerning that she hadn't fully recovered yet. While GLaDOS did look a bit better and was with most of her faculties, Chell felt that it might be in the best of both their interests to wrap her arms back around the android in hope that a few well-placed kisses and a bit of a cuddle would help calm her down enough that they could figure out what the problem was.

"It's okay. It's fine. Maybe you just need to wait a bit longer. You did kind of go dead for a while there." Chell murmured reassuringly, feeling another involuntary quiver run through the AI. She stroked her fingers through her hair. She had no idea if her suggestion would be correct, but if the matter didn't resolve itself soon, she was definitely taking her back to Aperture.

Maybe transferring back to her normal body would help.

She hoped.