"What always gets you laid?" A crowbar

[01:51] Enzo Marcone had been coming to the library for the last few months. At first it was because it was a place to get away, when his apartment went from comforting womb to confining prison. He walked the opposite way one day, and came to the library. Old and worn down, but he saw the light on and went inside. It was like something from an anime, big and spooky, and probably haunted. The door was opened, and he helped himself inside. No one was around. No librarians, no patrons, just an empty library, but everything looked dusted and cared for on the inside. He started reading things. It was good to get outside, even for someone like him. When he was finished, and the wide open stacks became too frightening, he hurried back home. When he went again, the lights were still on, and the books he'd left out were put away. This time, he took his books home with him, more than a little disturbed.
When he went back the third time, he was alone again, but as he turned to leave he was greeted by a young woman. A pretty little lolicon like the ones in his anime. She was nice to him, and personable, and it made him nervous, like talking to girls always did. She let him take the books home again. That night he wanked into a sock thinking of her. He did the same thing the next night. And the next. And when he was starting to forget what she looked like, he returned the books so that he could see her again. He started putting her on a pedestal, seeing her as more than she was. Unlike the other girls, though, she never started to resent him. She did what she was told.
And that's when Enzo realized that she wasn't real. He should have noticed long before he did, but he didn't want to. He didn't want to realize that only a robot could love a nasty troll like he was, or so he thought. At first he was mad, and stopped going to the library. He ripped up the books he took out. But he kept wanking to her. He couldn't help it. After a few days he started looking up robots on the internet, and learning about them. He started looking at fetish videos were people broke robots, and he jerked his dick and thought of that stupid girl at the library, thought of how if she were real she'd just taunt him, and most of all he thought about breaking her and how good it would feel.
And that's why he showed up at the library with a crowbar, and when Grace greeted him in the foyer he hit her in the head with the rounded end.
[02:05] Grace Ateas sat in the middle of the foyer as always, every hour wiping off the little film of dust which accumulated on her shoulders and head like clockwork. She wasn't exactly designed to look over the library or anything, but this was just the routine which she had gotten to once she'd been relocated here a long long time ago. Now and days, she didn't really think too hard about it, every day from 6 Am- 1:30 the next morning she'd power up and dust ever bookshelf and sweep the floors, libraries were really dusty places if you weren't careful. The first month she'd arrived, she'd had the arduous task of sorting every misplaced book in the place yet she'd finished placing everything back where it was supposed to be with surprising speed. It was almost a task which the robot had forgotten about, well as much as a robot could forget something, until a couple weeks ago.
Visitors weren't the strangest thing to happen, yet often visitors would never return. Books in this modern age were sadly outdated, just like the robot who made herself their caretaker. One odd boy seemed to be enraptured by them, and for once Grace actually saw someone familiar pop through those doors, and was even more surprised when it happened again and again. The first time he'd come, she'd hidden away in fear that he was a thief. Those weren't that uncommon either, especially in a run-down building such as this one. Yet, when she checked the shelves the next morning and found some books gone, she quickly realized he was just an average person and began to greet him every time he came like she would anyone else. She didn't treat him especially well, but when she didn't really talk to anybody else it was hard for her to judge really how nice she'd really been.
That morning which he came in with a crowbar, Grace had just the slightest frown on her face which disappeared the moment he stepped through the door. "Hello Enzo, it's been a while since your last visit." Her smile was the same one she'd always given him. What was different about today though was the sudden pressure and error message which hit Grace's display as she saw a crowbar sticking into her head from just the edge of her vision. "Excuse me, have I done something to upset you?" She asked, confusion apparent in her synthetic voice as she'd continued to hold her hands folded across her waist. "Do you have those books which you borrowed last time? They aren't quite overdue, but they are getting close."
[02:25] Enzo Marcone panted in fear and nervousness, terrified at the way she didn't even react. He tugged and jerked and pulled out the crowbar and then pulled back and hit her again, shouting loud enough to echo in the large room. He kept hitting her, trying to take her down, and swung at her torso and then her legs, and shoved his shoulder into her. He wasn't as heavy as metal, but he was still a big man, still enough to off balance an automaton that had been bludgeoned. He nearly fell to the ground with her, and she dropped with a thump, her head hitting the tile floor with a smaller crack. He stood over her panting, drooling a little and frothing at the mouth. He wiped his lips off and muttered something about a stupid machine and swung again. This time the crowbar's hook came down and tore into the thing's stomach, ripping at her shirt. It got caught up on the back swing and nearly jerked out of his hand. Enzo pulled at it, grunting and groaning and kicked the machine and the crowbar pulled away, tearing the shirt with it.
He stared down at Grace again, seeing her naked, the side of her face battered a bit and crunched at the temple, with scuff marks all over her right side from where he kept wacking her. It was quite different than when he was thinking about it during his fap sessions, and seeing her she looked so much like a real girl that it scared him. But he was a horrid person, and couldn't help getting turned on watching her there on the ground.
[02:36] Grace Ateas "Enzo?" She felt the pressure of him pulling out the crowbar, and smiled for the briefest of moments before she felt the next impact almost on its own reel her off balance. Normally the boy was quite shy, his demeanor right now reminded her more of a savage dog which had wandered in one night. Unlike with the dog though, which she dispatched with efficiency, she had no right to stop him and his passionate assault as the only thing she could do was continue to try and talk him down. "Enzo, have I done something to anger you?" She asked as she felt the blow to her shoulder nearly knock it off of its hinge. Joints were especially weak to provide her the full range of human movement, but as it broke it would look almost like he'd dislocated her entire arm out of the socket of a girl. Falling to the floor, she'd turn his head and watch as he brought the crowbar into her stomach, a sense of foreboding dread finally hitting her as he revealed part of her internal mechanisms when he tore away the crowbar, gears and wires galore. She saw as her shirt was torn away as well, it was the only one she had. It had been the only one she'd needed her whole life. Robots never get too dirty after all, but just a bit of oil was visibly dripping from the "wound" which he'd just inflicted and if he looked at the shirt there was a deep black stain which might remind him of something much different. "Enzo, why are you doing this? Have I done something to wrong you?" She asked in eerie calmness, though if he listened carefully enough there was a slight tremble to her voice which was absent before. Shaking lightly, it wasn't due to the damage, but something seemed to be knocked out of place when she hit the floor, and a glint of fear shone in those glass eyes as she realized she was close to a malfunction. "Please, Enzo stop. Whatever I've done to wrong you, I-I'm sure I can make it right. You don't have to return the books if you don't want, I have copies."
[02:43] Enzo Marcone wasn't sure what to do. It was a lot more real in real life. Robots in those porn videos hadn't been looking at him, they'd been looking at the camera or the actors. But he'd come too far already. It was just like his fantasies. She looked like she was bleeding. She looked scared. And she deserved to be scared of him, he thought. He bit his lip, snot running down his lip, and tears in his eyes. What if she belonged to somebody? He could get in trouble. She was probably expensive, but she looked so broken and scared and weak. It made him feel powerful, and he wanted to feel it more. He wiped his face off on his sleeve, and stammered, "T-ta..." he swallowed, breathing heavily through his nose, "t-take off the rest of your clothes, slut." He said the last bit quieter, but after he said it, he wanted to say it again. "You stupid slut. You dumb robot. Take off the rest of your clothes and suck my d-dick," he ordered, fiddling with his zipper and trying to keep hold of the crowbar.
[02:50] Grace Ateas blinked, no tears were welling up in her eyes but the expression of fear faded just a little. "Is that your only request sir?" She asked in her old even tone. Reaching up to her cap, she undid it easily enough and set it down to the floor carefully. Underneath her a small little puddle of oil was forming, but it would take a long time before she would run out at this rate. Her stomach didn't need that much anyways, and her internal systems diverted the flow from that area almost completely. Reaching down, she'd begin to unfasten her pants. With her busted shoulder, she could only do it with her other still functioning one and only one word could form in her mind for the display she was putting on. Pathetic. Some part of her felt a grinding sensation, the strange feeling that she shouldn't be doing this yet her programming wouldn't allow her to stop. Standing there nude before him after a few dreadfully long minutes of clinical stripping, her ball joints and distinctly robot features were revealed. "Clothes aren't a strict necessity for my job, would you prefer for me to greet in this attire from now on?" She asked, leaning up on to bring her face towards him with her one good arm, the other dangling uselessly there. "Do you require any assistance with that?" She asked politely.
[02:58] Enzo Marcone strokes himself as he watches, and looks her over with predatory hunger. It was the closest he'd come to a real naked girl since that time he paid a girl to let him touch her breasts. She had slapped him and let him keep the money, and that had been a fantasy for years. In his fantasy he slapped her back, and pulled her hair and had his way with her. He got out of his own clothes, awkwardly, still trying to keep the crowbar in hand since it gave him a sense of strength, his cock poking out from beneath the bulk of his belly. He was easily twice the size of the robot girl, even if she did weigh a good hundred pounds more. He reached out and grabbed her hair and jerked her head, and at first she didn't move. He hit her in the thigh with the crowbar and jerked the hook so that she'd fall to the floor--which made him lose his grip, and scared him with her weight falling. He took her hair again and shoved his hips in her face. "G-get to work, you stupid machine. Or I'll smash your face in." He didn't wait for a response, he just poked her in the face with his disgusting cock, rubbing the foreskin on her nose and thrusting at her eye. "Go on."
[03:09] Grace Ateas saw the hungry glint in his eye and was able to identify it as a combination of several different emotions, but the primary one seemed to be arousal. Feeling as he'd grab her head and shake it back and forth, she wondered what he wanted and was about to ask him before the crowbar came down yet again. There was a heavy pop as it seemed he'd broken something with the twist of the hook, her ability to move it like her shoulder severely impaired now. Closing her eyes as she hit the floor, that loud thump would echo down the halls of the library, the echo coming back and making it seem even louder than before. When she opened them again, half her vision was filled with that cock, as she was certain he was aroused now. That poking would smear bits of the grime and filth which rested under the skin to coat the glassy surface of her eye, and that same part of her which told her she shouldn't be doing anything that he said screamed out yet again. He was right though, she was just a machine meant to work. Grace opened her mouth and slowly began to run her synthetic tongue across his flesh. It was lubricated nicely, its texture a replica of a real tongue and the saliva might have been even better than real spit at lubricating him up nice and quickly. Her smell receptors identified his smell as something disgusting, something that most girls would gag just from smelling, but she didn't even pull away by a centimeter or show any sign of that thought as she obediently began to lick and pleasure his throbbing member.
[03:19] Enzo Marcone lets out a yelp at the touch of a mouth, even a synthetic one. It was nothing like his Tenga, and there was something exciting about it, having part of him in her mouth. It was so good that he almost came, and needed to stop, holding the machine's head still. It was also unnerving, being inside of a metal monster. He wanted to break her, but it felt so good to be using her, and he started his hips in a jittering, uneven rhythm as he started humping that plastic face. "A-ah.. th-that's it, you stupid bitch," he gasped, his foreskin peeling back on her tongue, letting out a salty load of pent up cum and unwashed urine from the week. Most of it collected while thinking of this very moment. He put both hands on the robot's head, one of them awkwardly holding the crowbar as he picked up the pace, and fucked her like the cocksleeve she was.
[03:27] Grace Ateas closed her eyes as he stopped her head, she thought another blow from the crowbar was coming but instead she just felt as he rammed that cock hard inside her mouth. "Mmmph..." Her synthetic voice would make that tongue vibrate slowly around him, with no need for air or for anything else she could solely commit to licking and sucking as he'd ordered her to do. It wasn't like she had much choice either as he began to hump aggressively into that fake mouth, her head matched his motions by slowly rocking in rhythm to try and better please him as much as she could. Letting her saliva pool in her mouth along with that disgusting smegma which he'd unleashed upon her, she would be able to hold every bit of it as she made it swirl around him nicely, unlike anything he'd ever experienced before. Every so often she'd make the pressure come down from every direction, an almost perfect simulation of the sensation of being sucked off or at least as close as she could get. For not being designed for any of these lewd and dirty things, and being an outdated machine, she was rather good at delivering pleasure like this.
[03:32] Enzo Marcone has to stop again, and pulls away, his dick popping out of that fleshy mechanical mouth with a wet pop that makes him double over, wheezing and wincing as his exposed cockhead is left to the air. His toes curl, and he leans on Grace for support. He catches his breath, and then gives a weak smack to the robot's side, and then brings both hands together, holding the stick of iron and swinging it down to crack right into the machine's shoulder socket and knock the whole thing loose. He watched it fall to the ground, and was drooling again. He didn't have a sleeve, but wiped his lips with his hand. This was the best sex he'd ever had. Nothing else he'd bought off an online catalogue could ever compare to making a girl--a robot--do what he wanted her to.
[03:38] Grace Ateas would drain her mouth as he pulled out, but she couldn't prevent two little trickles of saliva dripping down from both sides of her lips from his sudden stop. Looking up at him again, those glass eyes opening she was just in time to watch him raise the crowbar above his head before it was brought down with more power than any other strike which she felt before. Wires and oil oozed out of the empty socket as he tore off her arm, the heavy thing swinging and swirling away after it fell to the floor. It would twitch a couple of times before any energy it had left ran out and it crumpled uselessly across the ground. "Did I not perform satisfactory Enzo?" She asked with a tremble in her voice, the human side of her mind absolutely screaming in pain and agony as just watching her arm removed like that made it feel as it it had actually happened to her. "Is there anything else which I could do to assist you better Enzo?" She asked weakly, unable to stop talking despite an un-robot sensation which told her not to.
[03:45] Enzo Marcone pants, and grins, turned on more than ever by breaking down the worthless machine. "Y-yeah... Yeah," he repeats, more confident. He takes the crowbar so that he's only got the bottom of it, holding it near the two prongs at the flat end, and he takes it and puts it up next to the thing's eye. "K-keep your eye open, and stand still you dumb... stupid dumb thing." The dirty talk went better in his fantasies, but that didn't really matter. It was real life where he felt the synthetic hair as he held Grace's head still, and felt her fake skin against his knuckles, and the cold dirty iron of the crowbar in his hand. It wasn't a fantasy anymore as the naked young man shoved the prong of the crowbar into a once very lifelike and now very damaged robot girl's eye socket and started prying at it. "Tell me you... t-tell me how it feels to be broken. You stupid toy."
[03:52] Grace Ateas felt like she was frying, the damage which he'd been inflicting was really starting to stack up as he poked the crowbar into her eye and started to mess with it too. "When you strike me, I feel the pressure of my metal compressing before it finally breaks. I have synthetic nerves, and every time you strike me a part of me feels like it wants to shout like a human in pain, yet I'm just a robot so I don't." After a few moments every bit of vision in the eye he was messing with turned off, unable to sustain function with the prying of the crowbar as the glass shattered and filled the hole where her eye should be. "My system makes me feel pain in response to everything, in order to try and stop potential damages by non-authorized persons. Right now it felt like I could scream and make everyone in a mile radius hear it. You've been a noble customer though, so you're able to do whatever you like with me." She explained coldly, her voice deprived of emotions. As her body broke down though, a wire somewhere appeared to get crossed as she said something with an utter voice of contempt. "I hate this."
[04:03] Enzo Marcone breaks the eye and starts to clean out the hole, getting all the glass out with his finger. He tried not to listen to the things she was saying, or to the cold, mechanical way that she said them. It wasn't what he'd wanted to hear, it turned out. And then she said in a very un-robotic voice "I hate this" and it made his skin crawl. That certainly wasn't something that happened in his fantasies. He took a step back and looked her over, and then he wacked her in the head again, gritting his teeth, "Sh-shut up! You're just a stupid robot! I'm a real person! I'm real, so you do what I say. You suck my dick when I tell you! You tell me it feels good! You let me fuck you in the eye because you're good for nothing!" With that he lifted up a big meaty leg and kicked her. She stayed in place, and he went off balance, hopping back on one leg and then stomping his foot down on the bits of broken eye. He winced, and kicked at the little pebbles and rubbed his foot against his other calf and then he grabbed the stupid robot by the hair and shoved his wet, nasty cock into her face until he could feel the head of his cock bumping against wires and fluid. "Take it, take it and tell me you love it!" he cried, tears in his eyes.
[04:14] Grace Ateas didn't know what had happened right there, but for the moment things seemed to be normal again. "Y...Y-Y-es! S-s...Enz-z-O!" That kick had done nothing to her, but that smack of the crowbar had seemed to partially destroyed her voice box. "I-I'll do whatever you wish. T-T-T-That is my pu...u...urpose!" It seemed to be self-adjust to try and make up for the damage, certain notes turned off as her synthetic voice only grew more inhuman in tone. "Jaw... Bro-ken..." She said, as he lifted her head and shoved his cock into her eye socket. He could see right beneath his prick that her jaw was indeed off its hinge and just like her arm before hanging uselessly on one side. The skin hadn't been destroyed, so something looked very odd indeed. "No.. more.. sucking... Enz-zo." Smacking her head so much with that crowbar wasn't that good an idea it seemed, but if this was what Enzo wanted than she had to comply. "Love... it..." She managed to say as he fucked her eye socket, her oil and other necessary fluids coating his prick. She managed to divert even more of the flow to her head, after all she didn't have an arm anymore, and she abandoned all function in her broken leg so that the flow would always surround his cock. "Loveee... Enzo!" Her voice lacked all modulation and would sometimes come out incredibly strong like it had just there.
[04:25] Enzo Marcone roughly humps away, his hips smacking into her face, his sweaty stomach pressing into her forehead. He keeps panting and grunting roughly, scared of the machine, but so turned on by how much damage he'd done to her. He let out a rough yelp, and a ragged gasp, and pulled at the robot's head, pressing his cock into her eye as much as he could, squishing it in, all dirty and oily, and he twitched and writhed and came right into her eye socket, filling it up with nasty cum that dripped down her cheek. He held it there for a while, whimpering in pain and post-orgasmic sensitivity. His thighs twitched, and a few more spurts of pent up hikkikomori cum dripped in. After a while, he gently pulled out and leaned down to give Grace a heavy, strained shove, throwing her to the ground again. He just looked over her, all broken and worthless, leaking fluid everywhere. "S-stupid machine..." he panted.
[04:31] Grace Ateas could barely feel as he came, she didn't have that many receptors inside but the slight increase in temperature and that thick liquid mixing with her oil told her he was done. Feeling as some would fall down her cheek, it would find its way into her opened mouth where she drained it just like she did earlier. "H-H-Hat" In her remaining glass eye, just when he might be able to see it there was a flash of the purest anger but almost as soon as it had appeared it disappeared. Dropped to the floor, she made no noise. More cum spilled out of the socket from the power of the impact, and would cover her face even more. "Will... t-t-that be al-l-l-l?" She asked after a few silent moments of just hearing him pant like an animal after the act. "E-nzoooooo?" The good side of her jaw would grind her metal teeth against each other lightly.
[04:37] Enzo Marcone dropped the crowbar to the ground, letting it clatter to the floor. It was heavy, and he'd been holding it for so long. Who knew destroying and sexually assaulting an expensive, long lived work of art could be so tiring. He limped over to where Grace had discarded her clothes and picked them up, wiping his dick off on the torn shirt. He groaned as he did, scrunching up his eyes as the cloth touched his oversensitive post-coital glans, then he tossed it over on her, not quite covering her face. After a while he looked at her again. "Yeah," he said, a little awkwardly. "Yeah, that'll be all... sorry, I guess..." he muttered out that last part, and started putting on his clothes again.
[04:44] Grace Ateas could feel her circuits short circuiting all over her body, the few joints and pieces which still worked twitching in something that might remind Enzo of an animal writhing in Agony. Grace was a robot though, they both knew that, and she didn't even object as he tossed the cum covered rag over her mouth for the most part. "Don't... say sorry." She managed to say, the eye that wasn't destroyed and leaking cum slowly starting to shut. "I-it's my duty..." Her voice sounded like it was fading away, the sort of sound you hear when something was powering off but was still trying to play something. At the tail end of that noise though, he could barely just barely hear the words "...you...trash..." Grace couldn't move after that, but her mind was as if on stand-by mode. The twitching of her body had stopped, to the observer it would seem like she had been shut down. Her eye half-hooded and her hearing still functional, she could still observe what was going on even when in this limbo of stand-by mode.
[04:48] Enzo Marcone puts on his shoes and steps on the machine's knee, putting all his weight on it to make sure it popped out of place. Then he picks up her arm, leaving the crowbar there on the ground. "I'm going to be back," he says. "I'm going to keep coming back until you stop working, and... and maybe even after. You're nothing but a toy for me. To do whatever I want with. You can't make fun of me, I'm better than you." And with that he slaps the girl with her own limp, broken arm. "You hear me? You're just a stupid bitch." He swallows again, and nearly hyperventilates, and then he takes a few steps back, looking at his handiwork, and runs off out of the library, hoping no one sees him or goes to check on it.
[04:53] Grace Ateas was incapable of replying, what little bit of consciousness she had left just burning itself away in the few electric impulses which were left in her body. After being slapped, she couldn't even see Enzo as he ran away, only able to see the floor and part of the books which she'd spent the last god knows how many years preparing for anyone who wanted to visit. Un-moving, Grace would lie there. In her eye there was a UI prompt telling her to charge up at the station soon or else she'd run out of power. Un-moving, Grace would watch that prompt flash before her eyes before slowly, too tired to even think about anything anymore. Slowly the prompt would lose its vibrancy before slowly fading away. Minutes winded on, yet it felt like hours as slowly everything else would fade away to black as well...