The mechanical maiden was unable to hold back the moan of sweet pleasure as it shot through her form,  her back arched in some parody of love making. Her lower lip trembled heavily,  as her body writhed in sweet release,  each jolt that surged through her core brought her closer to completion.  It brought her closer to her Lord,  and it was the only time she ever felt so close, to what she imagined a human felt with each passing moment.<br/><br/>"Rapture,  bliss..."  She whimpered pathetically,  she  pondered for an instant driving the weapon deeper into the machine.  Yet,  common sense returned to her, and she tore the blade free,  and drew it once more into its housing.  The wounds within her body began to heal as flesh and armor returned to pristine completion.  The bullets expelled themselves, landing on the floor at her feet.