Amy was sculpted from steel, Kevlar and blue silicone to appear as a skinny, 4' 6", 32A-24-32, always smiling 15 year old sexbot.What Sam didn't know ...hen he arranged the private contest in the circular steel cage, to avenge his favourite sub's defeat, was that Amy had been remanufactured from a submissive sextoy into an u******e fighting machine.Ebony screamed "I'm going to rip you limb from limb, little blue girl, then fuck you in ways you can't even imagine" as she lunged at the frightened. She had never in her life been kissed the way Brad kissed her, and she wanted nothing more than to have Brad do it again.She wanted a wild night of sex with him before her husband Bill arrived in the morning on the red eye flight from California. She had never been like this before; it was shocking to think that she'd break her marriage vows this easily.But Brad's kisses had awoken something primal inside her, a sexual side she never knew she had.And she wanted more.She took a deep breath and. "Can you sit up?" I asked her.She slowly sat up, wincing at the marks across her back as she did so. I held the water bottle out to her. She looked at the plastic bottle questioningly. She had never seen a bottle like that, I knew. I unscrewed the plastic cap and took a light sip of the water, then handed the bottle to her. She drank it down, her eyes watching me. I smiled reassuringly at her.When she was done, I asked her, "Is it okay if I look at the scratches on your back?"She nodded. I. Unfortunately, this can't be achieved in the time you have with us, but you are going to get a flying start and we'll take you as far as we can - so there will be homework for you after you are discharged. We WILL be checking up on you after you get home, just so when you come back you won't have to start from scratch..."Homework? Checking up on us? When we come back!?? Gosh, I had not expected that! It's beginning to feel like being in the grip of some sort of secret society. Perhaps we are..