Only halfway through the process, and they already had more in common with a toaster than they did with their old selves. If not for those pesky brains holding on to their sentience and freewill, they'd be like any other robotic drone in Taystie Park: devoid of anything but the programming that drives them to serve. But that was about to change. There would be quotas and profit margins to meet and shrink; projections were already being drafted for how much "value" these two new bot-slaves would add to Taystie's bottom line. And yes, while the loss of two potentially paying customers was being factored in, there was no competing with the kind of sustained productivity and long-term financial return that a couple of roboticized patrons could provide.

And the sooner they were off the assembly dock, the better. Luckily there was no need to rely on the more complex and time-intensive methods for mental indoctrination, the kind reserved for the more robust and flexible models, who were still wiped and brainwashed, but capable of conversation and creativity in their protocols. Some, like Mascots, had thoughts and feelings and could make their own decisions! Cinder and Jessie would not be afforded such autonomy however. Their function was much simplier, the kind usually reserved for binary computer code and not state-of-the-art cyborg interfaces, just a Yes or a No, and not a word beyond it.

It was more like a hardwired purge than anything else, their memories and personalities treated as obsolete data in need of total deletion. Most importantly, it didn't take long for their humanity to hollow out into the unthinking and unquestioning shell of a robot's under the obliterating assault their minds were experiencing. Soon, their brains would function like the machinery that surrounded them; Performing predefined tasks and adhering to the programming that has come to replace their own souls. Neither girl hesitates or bukes as they "come online", each unflinching as the finishing touches complete their mechanical conversion, leaving them branded as a pair of TaystieCo Servicebots, ready for duty!

From garage doors not far from where they first disappeared, two shiny and factory-fresh robots head off in two different directions. Had you not been there to witness it all unfold yourself, there'd be no way you'd recognize or realize who these two bots had been only moments prior. Cinder was no longer trouble to Taystie Park, having been stripped of all her ambitions for espionage. Now she was a reprogrammed tool for the very entity she sought to undermine. Rolling down the street on her self-balancing monowheel, Cinder was a sex-receptacle and little more, free for public use by anyone who thought her cheap, plastic holes seemed tempting, all while replaying the same tired voice lines that were sure to get old and annoying fast.

But of course that was all by design, a fitting punishment and an even better warning to any would-be spies, "Look at what you'll become? Isn't it humiliating? And guess what...it never ends..." Cinder could operate like this for weeks at a time, only stopping by the bot depot for a deep clean and a quick tune-up. Her "patrol" route stuck mostly to the main plaza, well in view of the entrance where most newcomers came flooding in. That way, she could also serve as a taste for what's to come, whether people wished to use her, avoid her, or end up the same way, "Fuck me! Use me! Nya-zzzzt!~"

Jessie didn't fair much better though. She was a glorified drink dispenser now, floating along with two precariously-filled serving platters in each hand...or rather, her hands WERE the platters now. Like Cinder, she too could only speak in a small array of pre-recorded slogans, her synthetized voice crackling through the speaker where her mouth used to be, "Free zzzzzamples! Drinks! Try our Taystie Twisters for a l-l-limited time! zzzzt!" This was her only purpose now, providing drinks to the thirsty, with much of her body doubling as liquid storage. Naturally, her breasts came with fully functional drink taps instead of nipples, allowing free refills to anyone with a Park-Bought Soda cup.

Now fully reconfigured, the two bots could focus on serving their duties from here on out, as their past selves were deleted and human history erased. Neither cared or even noticed though. Every nut and bolt of their new designs was fully devoted to the roles Taystie had in mind. And if anyone came looking for them? Consider it more future "assets" waiting to be acquired...~


So, wanna test our the new merchandise for yourself? Come to Taystie Park and enjoy a drink and a blowjob on the house! Just uhh, learn from Cinder and Jessie's example...unless you want to end up the same way! Permanent robotic servitude isn't the only fate that awaits you here. Just about every Bad (or Good) End imaginable is a dangerous possibility, whether you know it or not. Transformation, corruption, vore, gore, snuff are some of the main draws, but anything goes and all kinks are welcome. Beyond the lewd and depraved, Taystie Park is home to a community of wide ranging desires and flavors, from the darkly perverse to the charmingly wholesome. Naturally, we welcome all shapes and sizes to be as creatively shameless as they please. Enjoy RP and art with plenty of room for discussion, games, and memes galore. Join today and find your perfect(ly twisted) paradise, and if you have any questions or concerns, feel free to leave a message or contact me on Discord (Profile name is just "Salisha"). Hope to see you soon!~ <3

Taystie Park - Extreme Kink ERP

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Cinder belongs to: Fiddleman77
Jessie belongs to: Salisha

Art by: Garret

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