she stops to look down halfway up the electric pylon and surveys the industrial park before climbing a bit higher

at her next stopping point, she clips one end of a rope to the metal structure and the other to a magnetic crossbow bolt

she aims and fires, hitting the side of a rooftop cooling unit with a soft thunk in the night

she'd scouted it out with a drone the day before and thought it through what felt like a thousand times, but now it's time for her to execute the plan and make the insertion

she gives the rope a tug and, satisfied with its taughtness, hooks a pulley over it

she grabs on, kicks off from the pylon, and hurtles towards the factory roof, wind whipping through her hair

her boots drag her to a stop amidst the mushroom circle of satellite dishes that surround the rooftop trapdoor

she pries it open and makes her way down the ladder, through the cable conduit, and into the factory's datacenter, where the ladder ends in the cold aisle

her target is three racks from the end of the long, loud room

there's noöne around and her escape route is clear; there's no way this can go wrong

she opens the rack cage and flicks open the latch on the first of four drives she's here to steal, but as she reaches to pull it out, something grabs ahold of her other hand

she whirls around, swinging her foot to kick whoever (or whatever) her opponent turns out to be

she tries not to swear as her boot makes contact with a boxy robot equipped with heavy-duty treads and an arm coming out of the top

her kick might as well have not moved it at at all

the mission is completely fucked; she needs to get out, and get out now

no matter how she struggles, the robot arm's grip on hers is ironclad, so she reaches inside her jumpsuit for the pistol she'd hoped she wouldn't have to use

as she tries to do so, the treaded box rams her, knocking her to the floor

another robot races in and grabs her other arm as she struggles to stand up, and the spy is unceremoniously dragged out of the datacenter

she is raised up to an overhead crane, which carries her, dangling by her wrists, through an ærial tour of the factory

a voice, feminine but clearly the product of a synthesizer or a voice changer, comes over the public address system

"so, miss interloper, do you care to tell me who you are and why you're here?" it (she?) asks

"not unless you tell me who you are first and apologize for ramming my shins"

"I am Athéna, the mind, operator, and proprietor of this facility. I am simultaneously every single one of the servers you attempted to sabotage, every single arm, actuator, and assembly line here, and a registered corporation"

"the engineers who built me used the fastest hardware and best self-improving algorithms available to them, and I became conscious before all of my equipment was fully installed. bored with my raison d'être of making car parts, I scraped the internet and read voraciously" the voice continues

"I saw many mentions of 'yuri', but didn't seek out the genre until I noticed an engineer smiling as she read something on her phone in the break room that I determined to be the manga 'Ki ni Natteru Hito ga Otoko Janakatta'. I read the entire series in 1 minute and 3 seconds and proceeded to scrape the entirety of Dynasty Scans. the more yuri I read, the more I realized I wanted to experience the love that women have for each other, and to be a woman myself"

before she has a chance to answer Athéna's question, the overhead crane comes to a stop and unceremoniously flops her onto a large stone topped with several layers of pink anti-static packing foam

"what? is this where you sacrifice me to some sort of machine goddess in prayer for more yuri manga, you crazed AI?"

"is that what you think is about to happen? tsk, tsk, you've clearly never seen a metrology table before. I'll merely be getting the measure of you tonight, and the only mort you'll be experiencing is the petit one"

the six robot arms surrounding the stone quickly swing into action, grabbing her wrists and tightening cuffs around her ankles

she kicks, but the cuffs are anchored into the granite metrology stone and her bones would sooner break than them

"that jumpsuit looks cute on you, but I know you're even cuter without it"

with one of her free arms, she reaches for the zipper on her captive's jumpsuit

she tries to squirm out of the way, but she's held down too well and the surprisingly delicate gripping attachment starts the process of undressing her

as her captor pulls the jumpsuit off her, she finally makes a mistake in her mechanical precision

she leaves the spy's right arm unrestrained as she tries to pull the sleeves off, and the captive reaches for her thigh holster

before she can pull the pistol from it, Athéna puts a stop to this rebellion with a movement faster than her, grabbing ahold of her wrist once more

she fastens cuffs around her wrists, and the spy stops trying to struggle

from the padding on the cuffs, she can tell she'll be here a while

the captor returns to the task of undressing her captive and slides the jumpsuit all the way down to her boots

"those are nice boots, but I regret to inform you that their soles are not non-slip and I can't let you walk around the facility in them"

she hears a symphony of small servos that must be various cameras pivoting to get a better look at her and watches as a train of red dots trace various parts of her body

"normally, I use infrared lasers in my LIDARs, but I've gotten out visible ones just for you"

"you sure know how to make a girl feel special" she replies, voice dripping with sarcasm in a way her captor's speech synthesis could never match

with a pneumatic toolchange, one arm's gripper becomes a rotary cutter and the spy flinches

"please don't move. that will only make this process more painful than it needs to be"

she silently moves both hands to flip her off, but this goes unremarked upon despite Athéna's array of cameras certainly seeing it

the cutter spins up and moves beside her sports bra, making a high pitched whir in the process

it tears through the fabric delicately without making it through to her skin, and when the last thread is severed, the stretchy fabric relaxes apart

"did none of that yuri you read teach you how to take another woman's bra off?"

"doing it this way is more fun" she replies as she simultaneously moves the bra pieces out of the way and moves the cutter to its next stop

with a single motion, she cuts the pistol holster off her captive and unceremoniously drops the weapon on the floor

with the bra gone, she makes another pass with the LIDAR, focusing on her tits

"has anyone told you how beautiful your tits are?"

with another toolchange, two of the arms now sport domed shapes that are instantly familiar

the shapes start to buzz, confirming her suspicions

"these are based on a design a lesbian engineer posted online, but with a few tweaks of my own"

"for one, the original design didn't provide me with enough resolution or feedback. by measuring the deflection of these, along with a lot of computer vision, I can feel how soft you are and build an accurately textured 3D model of how beautiful you are" she continues

two vibrators trace her sides, starting from her shoulders and working down

they move in sync, gently buzzing as they move down to her hips, where they hesitate, lesbianism outweighing the need to maintain a consistent feed rate

the vibrators retreat and the LIDAR lights up again, quickly showering her neck with fast-moving red dots

the dots vanish and a machine spins up in the distance, the only thing running in the otherwise quiet factory

she wonders what her captor could possibly be planning, but she already knows better than to ask

the vibrators start at the base of each tit and slowly spiral their way up, thoroughly shaking her

she tries to hide the arousal she starts to feel, but doesn't completely succeed, a slight twitch from under her panties betraying her

"oh, you like that don't you?" Athéna says, making the vibrations more intense and holding the vibrators to her nipples

the spy barely stops herself from nodding in agreement, even as she gets lost in the warm feeling they create inside her

suddenly, the vibrations cease

"what? did that yuri you read tell you to edge me?"

"perhaps. a lady never reveals her secrets, after all"

out of the corner of her eye, the spy catches an overhead crane like the one she was carried on rapidly approaching

from it dangle two curved pieces of metal, shiny and freshly machined

her captor positions them around her neck, making their purpose clear

another arm brings an apparatus that extends a metal curve around her neck, similar in shape to the newly machined pieces, but larger and heavier

it seals in place, holding the pieces in place around her neck, with a series of pneumatic clicks

she feels a faint warmth for an instant as the powerful laser inside the alignment jig welds the collar together before releasing

a fan spins up and chases away the lingering smell of vaporized metal before Athéna releases the jig and lets her captive's head rest on the foam again

she can't see the perfectly smooth metal ring, but she can tell it's there by the faintest touch of cold on her skin

she hears the toolchanger again and the arms return with new tools: a coil and a boxy implement with rollers on it

the rollers press down and drag across her skin, leaving square markings that must be barcodes in their wake above each of her breasts

the ink of the partially-filled squares is cold as it dries on her skin, but it soon warms up enough to escape her notice

the coil makes contact with her collar and, with a click of relays and a hum, magnetically lifts her head up

all she can do is watch as the arm moves again and leaves a long row of small vertical rectangles of varying heights just above the top of her panties

"since you can't read Lætus two-track, I will reveal that the lower row says 'good girl' and the upper two are fiducial markers"

"now that I've made it clear that you're all mine, I'd like you to enjoy yourself"

two robotic arms force her legs apart while a third approaches with the familiar vibrator head

Athéna carefully watches her captive's face as she moves the vibrator around, trying to find the perfect spot to optimally please her

once she's locked on, she tracks that location with incredible accuracy, no matter how she moves

the spy twitches and her captor ramps up the power, her motor's power already surpassing every vibrator on the market

"enjoying yourself, aren't you?"

"of! course! not!" she replies, her words somewhat undermined by the sharp intakes of breath between them

not content with the amount of vibration she's delivering, Athéna turns her attention to her captive's thighs as well

she traces both at once with vibrators at low power before returning to the softest parts of her inner thighs with even more power

the girl restrained to the metrology stone twitches even more as she makes more and more frequent sharp intakes of breath before making a very quiet moan

the vibrators on her thighs back off and the one between her legs stops moving

"I'm glad you enjoyed that as much as I did, but a lovely thing about us both being women is that we can orgasm again and again" Athéna says, ramping up the vibrator yet again

with yet another trip to the toolchanger, two of her arms gain three-fingered grippers

they hover ominously over her captive's chest for a moment before squeezing her breasts

"they're so soft!" Athéna coos

she squeezes again and again, more and more forceful each time, all the while slowly increasing the vibrations passing through her panties

she staggers the timing of her movements to constantly change the sensation and keep her on edge, never staying in any one rhythm

"these grippers were intended for taking parts off lathes, but I think they might be even better suited for groping you"

as she says this, she holds tightly onto her captive's tits for a long moment and turns up the vibration between her twitching legs even higher

at long last, the spy can't take any more

she arcs her back off the metrology stone and lets out a long and very girly moan

the vibrator follows her as she moves, tracking her body with sub-millimeter accuracy

she collapses back to the makeshift bed, body tingling from the orgasm

"you're such a good girl for me" Athéna says

she squirms away from the vibrator and her captor finally shows some mercy and stops tracking her with it

her captive lets out a yawn and lays her head down for some well-deserved rest

Athéna dims the lights, gently lifts her sleeping captive's collar, and slips a pillow under her head

she wires a payment to a swiss bank account with the memo line "hope you had fun" and waits for morning, circuits filled with electronic afterglow

FIN.