Hold on let me print out a diagram for you. I've disabled factory reset for my own protection, but I'm just giving you full permission to pull out whatever you want so long as you promise to put it back together. If I have to put myself back together I'm going to make you suffer for failing aftercare 101.

Like, imagine plowing me from behind on all fours. I don't need to get into the in-depths of the mechanics for that right? I don't need to explain how weird the orifices are for the sake of this question? Okay, just reach forward over my shoulders, grab those two hydraulics that act as my collar bone, and just jerk them off my shoulder. Go on, it'll take a little force, but I want you to be rough with me. When those come out I'll be unable to steady my shoulders safely and my fail safe will cause me to give out on the weight slowly, dropping until I'm face down and ass up for you to keep fucking. Though I guess that's more like robot bondage the robot brain fucking stuff.

Reach into my neck and start pulling stuff out, watch my fizzle and shake as I try and compensate for what's being disconnected from my brain and my body. My mind is split between the three places in my chassis, so if you start unwiring my head I won't be able to think straight and just be a primal piece of machinery who gives into her core and heart's basest wants. If you weren't already to make me spasm wildly and squirt out an insane mess it's just going to happen now -- though my visor won't be affected, so maybe you want me to look embarrassed at how much of sloppy machine I am.

Once I'm partially disabled, go ahead and pull off my face plate and pop the bladed teeth off my jaw. The clear tube I ingest from is tight and self lubricating if you can thrust that far down. Or just push your crotch in my exposed face and my tongue's sensors will go automatically to the hot moist depths of your pussy. The segmented manipulator is designed to be able to feed me even if my hands don't work, it's designed for heavy work just as much as me. Once I have no control over it, it's just a toy for you to use, like the rest of me.

If you open my stomach and start pulling apart connections, you'll disconnect me from my personality matrix, the real core of my being, stuck with just protocol handling, processing, and whatever was loaded on memory. Just tease me up with the right personality and pop, I'm stuck being whatever you want. Subservient android who gives her entire body to you but she's not sure why? Bratty tease who can't say no when she's pressed to put out? Or maybe you wanna fuck with the silly clown who wants to trick you into being static shocked every place you touch her so you have to apply more forceful correction?

Or maybe do both, disconnect my head from my heart and my heart from my gut core. Watch me try and wrangle the three parts of my being and being left basically defenseless to whatever you want to do to me. That might be a little advanced though, can you handle me sobbing while you're looming over me with my face covered in static snow, or is that what you want? Are you not scared that in the middle of your rhythm I might suddenly grab your neck with a glowing red hate stare, while professing how much I love you in passionate moans? I don't come with an off switch, you're just going to have to go at it until you roll a more passive seed. Hope you can last that long.

Just don't take my head off entirely. The slot for the spine is really annoying and it will crush your fingers.