Jezebel's POV
She cursed the humans. Even past their deaths. She hoped their suffering continued.
Considering most of her kind purged humans with no remorse she had held out hope that the useless monkeys messed up the programming of one their indentured robots, and said bot would kill the humans, preferably in a gory and painful manner.
It's what those foolish Rust Devils deserved, and then some.
Yes, they proved to be marginally smarter than their fellow apes as they were able to not only disconnect her dome from the vastly inadequate body that was far below her a prize of her calibre, in the hopes of using her vastly superior mind as a signal booster.
Whatever asinine reason was never shared with her.
Yes, she had managed to cultivate more information from her imposed tasks than she ever did from wandering these deadly lands. And even still she'd cherish the images of her rescuer and his pet sex toy, tearing apart the Rust Devils and their horde of robots.
Her rescuer was a formidable being, easily dwarfing all of the bandits, and impressively fast for a man of his size. Jezebel was sure he'd fall under the archetype of a dumb brute from looks alone. But the heavily modded assaultron unit beside him was telling enough.
A streamlined design, slim, and outfitted for mobility and precision kills. Yet what was more telling was the curvature of the assaultron unit, the rear most of all, it prominently stuck out, that begged to be scanned due to its unusual design not commonly found on assaultron, modded or not.
Jezebel's mind was donated, as were many robobrains, she conceded. Hers was donated by an old spinster, that had little faith in the male populace. And while robobrains were a completely different being from their donor's mind, due to the process of getting said unit to work without the mind failing after death it would be foolish to think that the units did not take something from the donation.
And Jezebel was gifted her donor's cynicism.
Her rescuer was a brutish man, who had an eye for robotics, all wrapped in a package that was pleasing to the eye, her donor's influence was confusing, the old woman was disgusted at the Sex-Toys mods and yet she was… titillated at the thought of the young man breeding with the inanimate object.
In her confusion and her programmed feelings she decided to go with her default behaviour when she interacted with, well, anyone.
A Rust Devil coined her a cunt, she believes.
The Sex-Toy reacted as perceived, she hadn't wanted anything to do with her and the feeling was mutual, however, it seemed like the Sex-Toy was tracking a signal, a signal that led to the being known as the Mechanist.
So, taking advantage of her position as a signal booster she decided to leverage the information of the whereabouts of the killer with the army of robots in exchange for a body.
…
She should have placed more conditions, she realised that now.
The Brute was quiet for the most part, he chimed in here and there but for the most part the Sex-Toy had spoken to her.
But it seemed she should add vindictive to her list.
The body that she presumed was for her, was sleek in design. No bulk whatsoever. The joints were near perfect, every seam appeared to be threaded by gold, which contrasted with the pitch-black metal. The body was feminine in design, enough so that it was dressed in a unitard, with a ratty short blazer of sorts. All of it was topped off with a golden crown of synthetic hair.
Though the body's clothing was all displaced and the hair was dishevelled, the Brute rammed his penis into her not yet acquired body. The Brute was at it for almost an hour now, as she watched from his workbench inside a shabbily decorated room which was located inside an equally shabby gas station.
Her mind and eye were placed there as the Brute revealed her body to her. The Sex-Toy not once appearing as her master used the body's two 'functioning' holes to his whims not once stopping to take a break nor was he at all pained during what was essentially a masturbation session, as the motionless body was non-functioning.
The Brute was aptly named, for his behaviour of course, and his durability.
It's odd, she considered, why his Sex-Toy didn't have this clearly superior body as hers. The Sex-Toy was built for speed and mobility as was clear as day and yet, the clearly higher quality body was for her.
Perhaps the Brute knew who was better suited for such a fine quality of art.
Art that she was being assimilated with now as the Brute is still naked as the day he was born, his penis dripping fluid that also leaked out her body, he picked up her newly modified brain casing and walked over to the prone body.
From the angle she was in now she couldn't see how she was placed in the head of her body, nor did she care.
Almost as if she was struck by lightning, her programmed senses were hit by a barrage, as she activated her body.
The strength, movement of her limbs… the freedom, she understood now why the Sex-Toy wasn't given this body, it all required a human touch, a robo-brain. Yet she couldn't find it in herself to marvel at this incredible feat of science, as it all paled in comparison to the heat and pleasure of that rolled of this body, all of which was originating from her lower regions that were being abused, no, being simulated she had to admit.
From the old spinster's memories. She believed this was a prolonged orgasm, though spinster's one were all self-inflicted, it was enough that the human part of her mind took control for a moment and leapt at the Brute.
Knocking the man back against his workbench and impaling her newly acquired body onto his erect penis. All the while the Brute was smirking at her.
He leaned in close to her faceless head and whispered low, "Ada is my friend." He slammed his hips and thrusted hard, "And you my little tsundere are my fleshlight."
Yes, vindictive was apt, and yet Jezebel wasn't all too troubled about her new role.
As the Brute once filled her bone-crushing nether with fluid all throughout the evening, she had to admit it was a promotion compared to being a signal booster.
Not that she would admit it to anyone let alone the Brute and her begrudgingly fellow Sex-Toy.
A/N - 2023/12/08
Shorter chapter hence why I published it together with the last one. Hints of the modded world peeking through with Jezebel's body having an obvious influence.
I did write a section where Landon explained how he crafted the body and failed to insert Ada into it, but it didn't work with the chapter. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯