By: SuperBeak
“Hello, many of you may already know me… but for those of you that don’t… I am Dr. Beccus, founder and head of R&D here at Eros Electronics… And I have something very, very special to introduce to you… Say hello to the all new 100 series of our ‘My Perfect Android.’
Now… you may be wondering what’s different, what’s… ‘new.’ What could possibly make them better than the previous 90 series? Well… that’s what we’re here to find out… You see, when the 90 series came to be, they were almost the perfect partner… capable of cooking, cleaning, holding a conversation, typical human stuff… But they lacked in some aspects, some very key aspects… The new 100 series make up for that tenfold. A new synthetic skin that both feels and smells real, an endoskeleton that almost perfectly matches that of a human, over one million different personality combinations based on your preferences… and with advances in our technology, well… you’d be surprised at just how much customization can be done…”
“Excuse me, Ma’am…?”
Yumi jumped, snapping out of her daydream. As she turned her eyes away from the big flatscreen tv playing the same promotional mumbo-jumbo over and over again, she, rather excitedly, smiled at the sales representative standing before her.
“Ma’am?”
“O-oh, h-hi! Umm… sorry… I got a little lost watching the uh… ad.”
The sales rep smiled, looking at the television herself.
“Ah, no worries. I find myself doing that sometimes as well…”
Yumi nodded, glad to see that she wasn’t the only airhead around. Nevertheless, there was a reason for her over-airheadedness today. Today would be the day that she finally brought home her very own 100 Series, her very own “My Perfect Android.” She had saved and scrimped for the past few months, ever since she first saw the unveiling of the new 100 Series, working overtime nonstop for the past few weeks and cutting spending wherever she possibly could. Hell, she had even forsaken her coffee three times a day, choosing instead to have one cup a day. As much as all that hurt, she would soon reap the benefits of her hard work… or at least that’s what she thought.
As the sales representative walked her around the store, looking at the various different 100 series models, it soon dawned on her that she might’ve spoken a little too soon. The prices were way beyond what she had originally envisioned. It had become apparent that in her lust-drunken daydreaming, she had forgotten to account for an extra zero in the pricing of these machines. As if by magic, or some dark energy, it was as if the price tags physically grew with each passing aisle, like an old scroll out of one of those cartoons she’d watched as a kid, slowly unraveling into what felt like miles upon miles of paper, with an ever growing number of zeros on each revealed fold.
“Umm… would you guys happen to have anything… cheaper?”
“Cheaper?” The sales rep asked, scratching the back of her head.
“Yeah… these new 100 series are great and all but… damn, what are these price tags…?”
The sales rep shook her head.
“Hmm… I’m not sure… how cheap are we talking…?”
“Maybe a few less zeroes at the end…?”
“Hm… we might have a few 90 series machines… if you don’t mind an older, less realistic model.”
“Umm… I’d really, really like a 100 series… if that’s not too much trouble.” Yumi replied, poking her two pointer fingers together. Her eyes darted between making eye contact with the sales rep and looking at the cold, hard ground.
The sales rep scratched the back of her head, looking around, her expression completely lost in thought.
“Give me a moment…” She said, springing out of her thoughts and into the nearby office.
Yumi just stood there awkwardly, deciding it’d be best to continue browsing at the various 100 series android’s in the aisle, rather than just standing there and sticking out. Though her eyes remained on the androids, ogling their uncannily human-like features, her mind had wandered elsewhere. Despite the financial burden, her many, many fantasies remained, and she had a fire burning within her to enact them.
But before she could think about them any further. The sales rep returned, motioning for Yumi to follow her.
“Hello ma’am… thank you for being patient, I apologize for the wait…”
“Oh! Umm… it’s no problem at all, I know my request for a lower price is probably aggravating.”
The sales rep smiled.
“Oh no worries, I understand. The prices of these machines are a bit… high… heh. But don’t tell my boss I said that.” The sales rep chuckled, shooting a pair of finger guns in Yumi’s direction.
Yumi raised two fingers to her own mouth, pinching the air and zipping it across her lips as if to stop them from moving ever again.
“Secret’s safe with me.” She said, throwing the imaginary key out of an imaginary window.
“Heh… glad to hear…”
The two continued, jovially walking and joking until reaching the entrance to a… storage area. Yumi paused for a moment, not understanding why the sales rep would be taking her there. The employee opened the door, waiving a hand for Yumi to follow. Heading deeper and deeper in, it wasn’t too different from storefront to back storage, the seemingly the only difference being a lack of windows and customers walking around. The androids were all stored in the same packaging, only covered with an extra layer of plastic sheeting to prevent dust buildup.
“So… I don’t mean to be rude but… why are we going back here..?” Yumi asked, starting to feel goosebumps on her skin as the uncanny feeling within her began to amplify. Seeing the androids on the storefront felt normal but seeing so many human look-alikes standing so lifelessly within large metal and glass containers set something off within her, just not feeling right about any of them.
“Huh? Oh, I mean… you asked for a cheap 100 series and we do have… one…” The sales rep replied, pushing through some loose plastic wrapping.
“What do you mean… one?”
“So I’ll show you her once we get to her but… I was talking to my manager about a cheaper 100 series and then I remembered that we have one… it’s uhh… you’ll just have to see for yourself…”
Finally reaching an odd corner of the storeroom…
Where…’she’ awaited.
The salesperson grabbed the plastic sheeting covering her container, surrounding them both in a cloud of dust as she whipped her arms to the side. The two of them coughed, both fanning a hand in the air, trying to fend off the rabid dust bunnies attacking their airways.
Yumi, finally waiving away all the dust in her face, managed to crack her eyes open first. The pair practically bulged out of her head as she saw the 100 series android in question. It… or rather she… was beyond what Yumi could’ve imagined. Despite sitting in a sea of other androids, this one stood out, as if it were a very gift of the gods to her and her alone. The android was spec’d so perfectly, she didn’t think she could’ve ordered one better herself. Yumi walked up, her nose mushing against her face as she pressed her head into the glass, trying to drink in every possible detail. Other than the lines for her maintenance panels, there was nothing that could give away that she wasn’t real. The artificial skin was a perfect, light peach hue with no blemishes of any kind. The long, bluish white artificial hair seemed so smooth, like a fine, luscious silk. Her body, standing at over six feet tall, was almost perfectly proportioned, with a slightly overexaggerated breast size but a fantastic hourglass figure that most supermodels would die for.
“I’m going to take a safe assumption and say, she’s to your liking?” The sales rep walked up, chuckling a little at the sight. Yumi, a young adult, pressing all her weight and face into the glass display case like a child, a child who had seen a very fancy toy in a shop window.
“Y-yes…” She replied, her voice trailing off as she continued to ogle the android.
The android’s eyes, despite being deactivated, still shined in the ambient light, like a pair of perfect emerald’s reflecting in the moonlight.
Yumi was already trembling with excitement and lust. Letting her mind drink in all the sweet, sweet fantasies.
“How much…”
“Oh, right… she’ll be…” The sales rep pulled out a tablet, continuously swiping . “She’ll be about… just over two thousand…”
“Two thousand?!” Yumi jumped, jolting as she turned to face the sales rep. It wasn’t that two thousand dollars was expensive, the aisles of androids prior had prices ranging from forty to fifty thousand dollars, so this absolute gem of a machine sitting at under a tenth was unbelievable. To her, it was the deal of a lifetime.
“Yeah, two thousand…”
“Why is she so cheap?”
“Well… hmm… it says here… early model 100 series… a very specific set of ‘upgrades’ and a very specific ‘build’... guess she was pre-ordered, mostly paid for, and then just never picked up, and it’s been several months. No one else wanted to buy her on account of her rather specific upgra–”
“Sold…” Yumi couldn’t wait any longer, rather rudely cutting off the sales rep before she could finish.
“You uhh… don’t want to read the upgrades or option list that she has…?”
“Sold..”
“Are you sure…? Looking here, she has some pretty odd upgrades… a-a uhh… fully functioning mock digestive system… a uh… sadistic..personality chip… and it says here a custom ordered upgrade… sw-sweat glands…?”
Yumi wasn’t listening to the sales reps warnings, her eyes still glued to the android, instead fantasizing about what she was going to do with her as soon as she got home.
“Sold.”
The sales rep looked up from her ipad, seeing that the conversation wasn’t going to go any further. Shrugging it off, she simply set up the payment options and left it at that.
“Okay then… follow me to the front, we’ll set up the payment and delivery, and then you’ll be good to go!”
Hearing this, Yumi practically jumped for joy.
“Please, follow me to the front.”
A little while later, after having paid for her new toy and heading home, Yumi went to bed, excited that after work the next day, she’d have something very special waiting for her.
The next day…
Yumi was practically bragging all of her coworkers to death, as she constantly talked throughout the day about how excited she was about her new toy. As a matter of fact, by the end of the workday she had gotten so bad that some of her friends/co-workers had begun to tease her about it.
“So… what’re you naming it?” One of them asked.
“Huh… Y’know I didn’t think of one…”
“Oh my God, of course you’d forget, ya’ airhead.” Another said.
“Patrick!”
“Whaaaaat, Alicia? Yumi knows I love her~” Patrick turned his head, facing Yumi. “Yumi, you know I love you right~?”
“Yeah, yeah…” She waved.
“Oh! I know what you should name it~”
“And what would that be, Pat…” Yumi asked, shooting him an odd look.
“Aida!” He exclaimed, giggling like a little school girl.
“Why ‘Aida?’” Alicia asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Well, ya’know… doesn’t it mean ‘helper’ or something? Isn’t that what the androids are?”
“Hmm… I like it, it’s got an exotic ring to it…” Yumi replied, nodding her head.
“Aida it is!”
As her shift came to an end and she said goodnight to her friends and coworkers, Yumi drove home, feeling all jittery knowing what was in store for her.
Little did she know…
While it was true that she had gotten the deal of a lifetime on a 100 series, there was a good reason it was cheap. Early 100 series machines had proven themselves to be… less than responsive, to certain commands, oftentimes ignoring commands completely, especially things like safewords or deactivation commands. “Aida” was no exception, being a very early 100 series, she shared all of the same issues… and then some. Aida’s original orderer was definitely a weird one, having specifically paid for Aida to be fitted with a fully functioning digestive tract that could process food into… waste matter, though it somehow retained its nutrients, as none would be absorbed by Aida’s mechanical body. On top of that, she had been given a rather… distinct personality, one that wouldn’t be out of place within a world of dominatrixes. She was designed to be a cruel, unapologetic mistress, one that her original orderer was very much going to enjoy, that was until they found an alternative. So despite having paid for her already, they decided against picking her up, leaving her to the mercy of the company, who had struggled to sell her due to her very specific design choices.
But now, Aida was no longer their problem, she was Yumi’s.
Walking up the steps to her apartment, Yumi could barely contain her excitement, hopping up each step with a happy whimsical attitude, one that she hadn’t experienced since she was a child. As she reached her apartment door she paused, her heart pounded like a drum, her breath, hard and heavy. She couldn’t help it, her body refused to sit still, the excitement made her all jittery. Her keys rattled like crazy as she brought her hand up to unlock the door. This was it, this was the moment, the start of a life full of debauchery and lust. Eagerly, she opened the door, peering her head in slowly.
“Huh..?”
Nothing.
Not even mice.
“Where…?”
Entering her own apartment, she didn’t get too far in before–
Thud!
“Ah~!” Yumi yelped as she was sent into the nearby wall. Trying to move, she rather quickly found that she couldn’t, feeling something… something soft holding her up against the wall.
“Shhhh~”
“W-wh-wha?!”
Barely managing to look up, she could see exactly what or rather… “who” was pinning her against the wall.
“Say my name, slave~” The figure said, whispering into Yumi’s ear.
“Her name…?” She asked herself, looking up, it wasn’t some stranger pushing her up against the wall…
It was her new android.
“A-Aida…?” She said, meekly.
“You’re forgetting something, slave~”
“Forgetting something…?!” Yumi thought, panicking slightly. “What am I forgetting?! What does she mean?”
“M-Mistress A-a-aida?”
Yumi felt the pressure against her lessen, now able to fully move her head, she looked at her android. Aida’s eyes glowed with a lust so fiery, it was almost like waiting for a volcano to erupt. All that pressure was set to release, and it looked like Yumi was going to be on the receiving end of that eruption.
“Good… good…” Aida said, the corners of her mouth contorting into a comforting but sadistic smile. “Now… I found something that might interest you…”
“Wh-what d-did you find…?” Yumi replied, meekly.
“Oh~ You should already feel it~”
And Yumi did feel it, something was rubbing up against her back, specifically her lower back…
It was a strap on…
Not just any strap on, it was ‘her’ strap on. One that she had ordered weeks ago, anticipating the moment she’d be able to use it on her android… Not her android using it on her.
“H-hey! W-wait!” Yumi exclaimed, wriggling a little against the strap on being grinded into her back.
“Oh~? What is it now, slave?” Aida whispered, thrusting her hips once into Yumi’s back.
“I-I-Isn’t this a-a-against your programming…?”
“Hmm…? Whatever do you mean, slave… I was programmed for this… isn’t this what you wanted~?”
“Wh-what I wanted~?”
“You’re the one who ordered me~ Time to get what you paid for~”
Without having another chance to speak, Yumi found herself hoisted over Aida’s shoulder, practically being ragdolled onto the bed with little effort. She was powerless against her, only able to get out small whimpers as Aida effortlessly undressed her.
“This is what you wanted, right~?” Aida teased, putting all of her body weight onto the small girl beneath her, whispering into her ear.
“Y-yes…” Yumi whimpered, as she turned her head away, trying to hide her strawberry red cheeks.
“Yes, what?” Aida pushed, straddling Yumi’s body until the strap-on hovered just above her face.
“Y-Yes… Mistress…”
“Better… but say it again.”
“Y-Yes Mistr–”
“Look at me.”
Yumi worked up the courage, looking at her android straight in the eyes.
“Yes, M-mistress…”
“Good… I knew you wanted this…” She said, letting the strap-on rub against Yumi’s face. “You wanted to use this… on me… didn’t you?”
“Y-yes…” Yumi said, turning to look away again.
“I said… Look… at… me…” Aida’s tone grew grim.
Yumi looked up, both extremely turned on and extremely fearful of her new toy.
“I… I did…”
“Well… now it’s ‘on me’ and I want you… to lick it.”
“Wh-what…?”
“Oh, I’m sorry… if you’d rather it go in dry then…”
“W-wait! I-I’ll lick it…”
“Good…” Aida replied, smiling as she shoved the strap-on into her face. “So get started…”
Yumi opened her mouth, letting her tongue slowly rise out, coming into contact with the artificial member resting on her chin. Awkwardly, she made eye contact with Aida, only to immediately look away as Aida’s intimidating aura overwhelmed whatever courage she mustered.
“Good slut…” Aida muttered, wearing an all too smug smile on her face.
“Mmmph~” Yumi moaned. She was beginning to feel the heat herself, her body becoming more and more intune with the rhythm of the moment. It was odd, everything about this situation screamed “red flag” with her mind pleading with all her reason to try and find a way out before it was too late. But here, right now… letting her tongue slide along her “mistress’” strap on, the voice of reason was mute. This wasn’t the time for thinking, for logic, for reason, the only thing that felt right… was lust.
“That’s it~” Aida said, her hand taking hold of the hair atop Yumi’s head. “Now open up…”
Yumi dragged her tongue all the way to the very tip, closing her eyes, letting her tongue do all the work, circling the very tip as she slowly pushed her head onto it more and more. She hadn’t thought of herself as the bottom before, but now she wanted it, more than anything, she wanted it. Though, rather unfortunately for her, her self thought trip to pleasure town would be, rather unceremoniously interrupted.
“GRK!” She gagged, as Aida thrust her hips, her poor face crashing into Aida’s lower pelvis.
“HMMPH?!” She protested.
“Oooh~ Struggling already? That isn’t like a good slut now, is it?” Aida teased, firmly locking her hips into place. “Come on, you can take a little more, can’t you~?”
Yumi, desperate for air, started slapping and grabbing at Aida’s thick, voluptuous cheeks, her hands frantically sprawling over her synthetic skin.
“MMMFGH! MMMPH!”
“Okay, fine… you get to breathe…” She said, looking down at her owner.
Her lower body lifted, the strap-on following suit, streaks of saliva flowing down and onto Yumi’s face, pooling in and around her nose, forcing her to cough.
“So, slut… beg.”
“W-wha…?” Was the only Yumi could respond with, still trying to catch her breath.
“I said… Beg.”
“B-beg?!”
Before she could react any further, Yumi felt both of her arms suddenly thrust up above her head, being pinned down on the bed by an almost animal-like strength. The two of her wrists bound together by just one of Aida’s hands.
“That’s right, slut…” She commanded, her glare sending an odd wave of arousal and fear throughout Yumi’s body. “Beg.”
Yumi shuddered, feeling the whole length of Aida’s strap-on grind against the outer edge of her moist, sensitive slit. Her lower half quivering like a soft, electrical tingle pulsating throughout, traveling up through her spine and coming to a close at the base of her neck, making her wiggle her shoulders.
She could feel a few beads of sweat run down the side of her face.
“B-b-but!”
“No.” Aida said, silencing the much smaller girl beneath her. “I said… Beg.”
Yumi felt herself start to go pale, from both her crippling fear but ravenous arousal, most of the blood taking its leave down to her lower half. Her womanhood began to feel warm, real warm… wriggling as even though her mouth didn’t, her body did. Despite her defiance, she couldn’t hide it, Aida could see it clearly. The girl’s legs were squirming, her thighs rubbing together, only serving to spread that sweet, sweet womanly nectar around her lower half even more.
It was obvious.
Even if the voice was too shy, the body was definitely begging for it.
Yet, she still didn’t put it in.
Owner or not, Aida was going to make her beg.
Yumi, only for a second, thought that things might start going her way. Having seen Aida’s dominant expression go a little puzzled, but that would soon change, as that puzzled look soon slowly transformed into an ever so sly grin.
Like an animal pouncing on her prey, she lunged onto Yumi’s neck, licking, kissing, and biting so tenderly, continuing to travel around until she really found a sensitive spot and began to focus on it. Yumi meanwhile was shuddering and wriggling in a self-restrained pleasure, trying to fight against how weak Aida was making her feel. The kissing and licking, so tender, so warm, it slowly began to melt away at her defenses, tingles now shooting down from her neck, meeting the tingles shooting up on their way. An epicenter of built up pleasure, now continuously rising within her lower body.
“Beg…” Aida whispered into Yumi’s ear, taking her attention away from the neck for only a second.
Just the uttering of that word made Yumi’s body ache. It too was fighting, fighting to get the mind controlling it to stop its foolish games, and give in to the pleasure being brought on to her.
In an effort to distract herself, Yumi looked around the room. Though it would soon become clear that this was a fatal mistake. Looking down, she could see the strap-on through small glimpses as Aida kept grinding away at her. Her imagination started to take its lustful grasp over her vision, with the fake erect member now seeming so unbelievably real. She swore, she could see it… feel it… pulse, getting bigger and feeling warmer with every glimpse.
She didn’t…
She shouldn’t…
She should…
She wanted it…
This was it, Aida’s seduction had worked, she had successfully burnt down her defenses, melted away at her pride…
She was going to beg.
But just as she opened her mouth…
She felt something stop her.
A hand… Aida’s hand. Trying to reach up, she quickly found that she couldn’t, in her concentration to not give in, she failed to realize that Aida had handcuffed them together, fixing them to the edge of the bed so that they remained positioned just above her head.
“Oh, my little slut…Oh no, no, no~” She whispered, nibbling away at her ear. “You brought this on yourself~”
“Mmmgh~! Pwmmgh~!” Yumi tried to plead, feeling herself right on the edge of cumming.
Unfortunately for her, defiance had only extended her pleasurable torture. As Aida decided to return the favor tenfold, continuing to grind, kiss, lick, and bite, all up against Yumi’s body, enough to keep her right on the very edge, but still not enough to go over, sometimes intensifying ever so slightly, just to make the poor girl think that she would be given the chance to climax.
“MMMFGH~! PWEHMGH~!” Yumi pleaded, begging, so desperately begging for Aida to give it to her.
Aida only continued to edge her, minute after minute, she continued to torture her owner, determined to make sure that she knew who was in charge.
“What’s that~?” She said, teasingly whispering into Yumi’s ear again. “I can’t hear you~”
“Mgh~! Pmgh~! Weghm~!”
“Oh~? I can’t understand you, slut~” She whispered.
“Pwemmmgh~! Iagmmgh~! Wammgh~! Iiiiiifgh~!”
Aida’s smile widened even further.
“Did I hear you correctly~?” She asked. “You want it…?”
“Yegh! Yeefgh! Pwemmph~!” Yumi pleaded, every fiber of her being trembling as she could feel down to her very core, every single cell in her body, begging to feel that satisfaction, that wonderful cascade, that euphoric release.
“Hmph~” Aida huffed, letting go of Yumi’s mouth. “I still don’t think you earned it~”
“P-please!” Yumi exclaimed, her voice trembling. “L-L-let m-me cum!”
“Let me cum…?” Aida mocked. “You can do better than that, slut…”
“Pl-please… A-Aida… I-I…I–”
Aida cut her off.
“What’re you forgetting, slut~?” She asked, sending hot, playful yet sinister breaths into Yumi’s ear.
“P-Please… M-m-mistress…Aida… I-I c-can’t take it aa-n-anymore… please… give it… to… me.”
“Give it to you~? Give what to you, exactly~?” She replied, now grinding the mushroomed tip of the strap-on right into Yumi’s quivering womanhood, rubbing just underneath her clit.
“Y-your… Your cock!” She wailed. “Y-our… b-big… th-throbbing… cock…”
“Go on…”
“I…I w-want… it… I-I… I need it…” Yumi was past the point of pride, past the point of preserving any self worth or value, ready to give it all away, just so she could climax. “J-just… g-give… me… th-that… cock…”
“Oh~? You really think you’ve earned it~?”
“Y-yes… p-please…”
“No, no, no~” She teased. “I don’t think you have~”
“Pl-please!”
“Fine…”
Upon hearing that word, Yumi would’ve jumped for joy… but… there was something about Aida’s tone.
There was a catch.
“But…”
And there it was…
“You… my… ‘owner’... you might own me… but you don’t control me…”
“Y-yes…”
“I… am in control here…” Aida said, her words acting like chains, wrapping around Yumi’s very spirit, her very will. “You… serve… me…”
“Y-es! Yes!” Yumi pleaded, tears practically streaming down her face from all of the overstimulation and edging. “Y-y-you’re m-my mi-mistress…I-I’m… y-yours…”
“Just what I wanted to hear…”
With Yumi’s fate now sealed, Aida was going to give her just what she wanted… but… maybe just a little bit more than what she asked for.
“Ahn~!” Yumi yelped, feeling Aida’s teeth sinking into her neck as the bulbous tip of her phallus, rammed into her quivering pussy. “Ooh~! F-fuck…!”
Her womanhood practically burned, with all the blood and body heat that had gathered down there, the walls of her wet, sensitive womanhood being forcefully shoved aside as the phallus went deeper and deeper within her, forcing them to their limits.
“Ahn~!” She moaned, feeling her mind becoming putty in Aida’s hands.
Despite the fictitious nature of Aida’s erect member, it being a strap on dildo, Yumi’s mind was truly melted. She could’ve sworn it swelled inside her, pulsing with such a warmth that her body begged for more of it.
She was now long past the point of no return.
She was now trapped by her own android, her arms shackled to the bed, her body pinned down by the android’s weight.
Her body, her soul, her pride and her self worth, all now belonged to something that belonged to her… No…
Now she belonged to her android.
“AHhhnnnn~!” She moaned again, feeling Aida’s rod slam up against her insides, hitting her g-spot so accurately her eyes rolled backwards and her chest jolted upwards as a pleasurable shockwave rocked her entire body.
Just as quickly as it went in, it came out, only to be slammed right back in again.
“Oh~!” She moaned, her fluids splattering all over as she came hard.
Yumi panted heavily, having just had the best orgasm of her life, she was expecting a cuddle sesh… but…
It was then Aida started thrusting again.
“W-wa-what-?!” She exclaimed, before her mind became overrun by pleasure yet again.
She didn’t have a choice now, trembling as she felt her body begin to restart its journey to pleasure town all over again. Little did she know, she was going to become very, very acquainted with Aida’s stamina.
Several hours later…
Yumi’s mind was complete mush.
Her entire body ached. Her womanhood, throbbing and pulsating, emanating a painful red glow from complete overuse. Her ass spread wide, once a bright red rosebud, cute and innocent, now wilted and abused, having grown darker from light bruising. Her throat ached too, not just from the brutal poundings it had just received but also from gagging, as she’d now experienced the flavor of what a dildo that had been inside the human body tasted like, triggering her gag reflex and forcing her throat to tighten even as it was getting pounded relentlessly.
Strung up like a prisoner in her own bedroom, her wrists being held above her head, the only part of her touching the ground were her toes, the circulation to her wrists thankfully kept going, thanks to the soft nature of the fuzzy cuffs. Her head hanging low, artificial cum lube leaking from every orifice.
It wasn’t just her entrances and former exits that ached, her joints throbbed with pain too. She had been pounded over and over again, in positions she didn’t even know her body could make, let alone fuck in. It didn’t help that Aida had found her stash of cum lube, pumping it into the dildo to make the sex feel even more real.
It had been hours, Yumi didn’t even know what time it was anymore.
She was so unbelievably exhausted. The only thing she knew now was that she needed both a long shower… and a really long nap.
Though… rather unfortunately… it seemed like she wasn’t going to be getting any rest anytime soon.
It was then she heard footsteps…
Her body quivered again, feeling the same rising fear she felt every time she looked into Aida’s burning blue eyes…
Now even just her presence…
Triggered that same, hair raising fear…
“M-mistress… A-Aida…” She said, her voice trembling, her entire body quivering.
“Yes, my little slave~?” Aida replied, walking up just behind Yumi, her hands gripping her slave’s sore thighs.
“I-I-I…” Her voice trailed off, soon turning into soft moans as she felt Aida start to grind the strap-on in between her buns.
“What is it, slave~?”
“Mmmn~ I-I… ahn~!” She whimpered, still trying to utter the words.
It was then she started to feel herself lower down, her aching toes rejoicing as the weight was taken off of them as she was placed onto her knees, her arms still aching from being bound above her for so long.
Aida walked around to the front of her, letting the strap on hover just in front of the poor girl’s face.
“P-please… M-mistress… I-I need a b-bre–AHMPH~!”
Her android didn’t let her finish the sentence, forcing the strap-on into her throat once more.
“Too late~” She teased, slowly starting to thrust again.
“Glrg…glk… hlkgh…” Yumi gagged, wincing as she felt her sore throat starting to get used again.
As another few hours passed by again, Yumi finally got something she was begging for. Her body, so exhausted from the constant use, finally gave way.
She passed out.
An indeterminate amount of time later…
Yumi awoke.
Slowly, she raised her head up.
“Eurgh…” She groaned, as even moving her head felt painful, with how sore her neck was.
In all honesty, she both felt and looked as if she’d been mauled by werewolves. Her body was completely battered now, covered from neck to foot in hickey after hickey, bruise after bruise. She rambled a little, in her dazed state, still trying to process the events that had happened… one, maybe two nights ago? She couldn’t tell anymore, not even knowing the last time she got a look at a clock or even a calendar, her entire weekend had known nothing other than Aida’s artificial dick.
“Good morning~” Called a voice from in front of her.
Despite her daze, the hairs all over her body straightened, a tingle going down her spine.
“G-good… m-morn…ing… Mis-...mistress…” She murmured, raising her head up slowly.
“Aww~ Is my little slave all worn out~?” She replied, her voice somehow sounding both condescending and caring. “Sorry if I got a little carried away~ Especially on our first… meeting~” She said, licking her lips.
Aida was wearing nothing but a cooking apron, standing just by the stove.
Yumi said nothing, conserving whatever energy she had left.
“Don’t worry, I’m making a little something to help you… recover~ Ehehehe~” Aida said, despite her delightful sounding offer, her giggling had offered the exact opposite effect.
Aida smiled, seeing Yumi’s concerned expression.
“Now… sit back, relax, and let your mistress take care of you~”
Aida soon walked away, heading back over to the stove to continue cooking.
Soon enough, Yumi was fully awake, and seeing as how it was clear she wasn’t going to be going anywhere for the near future, she decided to let her guard down…
Just a little bit anyways…
Her guard lowered even further as a pleasant smell entered her nose. It was one of… not just some basic cooking, but the smell of fine cuisine… Looking up, she could see Aida cooking with all the exotic ingredients that she had purchased only days ago. You see, Yumi had always wanted to learn to cook, as such, she had gone grocery shopping the days before, finding a number of exotic ingredients to try and cook some of her favorite dishes. Though it appears that she wasn’t going to have to, as Aida took care of the work for her.
Despite the violent, unending sex, the night before, it was just what she had wanted, right? She had always had fantasies of rough, “fuck me until the morning comes” type fantasies, though she never thought she’d actually live them. And here she was, the morning after… feeling the soreness, feeling the pain, it kind of turned her on, just knowing what had transpired the night before.
“Maybe this isn’t going to be so bad…” She thought to herself.
Though her hope would soon prove short-lived…
As she looked on at Aida cooking, she noticed something. Maybe it was of no mind, but maybe it was… Aida was unbelievably sweaty. Sure, it was mentioned that she had custom sweat glands, but that was just to make her seem more real, right?
“Whatever…” She shrugged, just assuming that maybe Aida’s original orderer had just wanted a machine that was one hundred percent indistinguishable from a human.
Rather than hyperfocus on that aspect, she’d decided to go back to focusing on what she might be cooking. It looked as if Aida had made a fairly traditional breakfast, although with a few twists… There was an omelet, with plenty of bell peppers, onions, and… an interesting assortment of chilis. There was also bacon and eggs, this time sunny side up, and a few other things.
Surely it was going to be a good breakfast.
Until it wasn’t.
As Aida brought everything over, setting each plate down on the table, Yumi could feel her mouth start to water. The tantalizing smell of Aida’s cooking had yielded some truly remarkable results. Despite the food’s somewhat basic nature, it was all so picture perfect… Crispy, smoked bacon, a beautiful looking omelet, perfectly cooked eggs, though something was missing…
A drink.
Though before Yumi could bring it up, it appeared Aida had noticed first.
“Hmph…” She pouted, looking around the table. “It looks like I forgot something… give me a moment…”
Aida walked back over to the kitchen counter, rummaging through all of Yumi’s cabinets until she apparently found what she was looking for.
“Ah! Here it is…” She said, pulling out a blender.
At first, it didn’t seem like anything was going awry. A smoothie for breakfast wasn’t too odd of a thing, hell it could be considered normal in some parts, and Aida wasn’t doing anything to warrant any kind of suspicion. She started off by cutting up some bananas, putting them into the blender, then some strawberries, a little bit of ice, a scoop of yogurt, but that’s when everything “normal” stopped.
“I take it you want milk in your smoothie… yes?”
“S-sure…”
It was then Aida said nothing, placing the blender bottle down in Yumi’s lap, turning around and spreading her cheeks in front of Yumi’s face, exposing her butthole. Though… something wasn’t right. She couldn’t see Aida’s butthole… just a… buttplug… with a suspicious, too runny to be cum… white fluid.
Milk.
“Uhh…” Yumi muttered, a sneaking suspicion of what Aida might be planning popping into her thoughts.
“Mmmf~” Aida moaned, rubbing her mock stomach. “Did you know milk enemas are great for constipation~? And even though mine is… well… artificial… it works just as good as a real one… and clogs up just as easily…”
“I-it… it w-works…?” Yumi asked, her morbid curiosity getting the best of her.
“You want to get your money’s worth… don’t you~?” She giggled, wiggling her ass a little.
Yumi shuddered, as she could hear the milk sloshing around in her android’s… gut.
“Be a dear… hold that bottle up for me, will you~?” Aida said, grabbing the end of the buttplug.
Yumi reluctantly complied, her hands trembling as she held the bottle right underneath Aida’s ass.
“Good girl~” She said, patting Yumi on the head.
Now, she began to slowly pull the buttplug out…
The milk… was no longer milk…
Instead of the typical, bright white color that milk usually was, this came out looking more like… chocolate milk… albeit a less appetizing shade of brown and green, it looked thicker… muddy even, like water retrieved from a damp, musky swamp. Its dark color completely overpowered the fruit, the bright colors swallowed up by the musky fluid.
It wasn’t just the looks that made Yumi visibly queasy. The smell was also… equally as nauseating, like… like nothing, there wasn’t anything Yumi could compare it to. It was completely indescribable, in every sense of the word.
“Mmm~” Aida moaned, feeling her guts empty of the milk enema. “Time for one last touch…” She said, pulling out a completely soaked in sweat, set of panties.
Slowly, she brought them up to her own face, giving them a sniff before wincing away. “Ugh… still ripe with sweat…”
“W-w-where did you g-get those…?” Yumi asked, unable to hold in her curiosity.
“Oh? I wore them earlier… I decided to get them all sweaty… just for you…”
“F-for… me?”
“Oh yes~” She said, bringing them up to Yumi’s face. “Give them a little sniff…”
Yumi winced, not wanting to sniff them but knowing she had no other real choice.
“Egh…” She gagged.
“Smell good…?”
They in fact, did not smell good. They smelled like… well… sweat. But not just any sweat, somehow smelling like stale… crusty sweat… despite only being maybe a few hours hold.
If they weren’t being used against her, Yumi probably would’ve been intrigued at how they had gotten to this point so quickly, but dared not ask. Only watching in horror as Aida brought them over the top of the blender and started wringing them out, letting the sweat soak deep into the butt milk, fruit, and sugar…
When she started the blender, Yumi could only sweat profusely, watching the bright red strawberries and bananas get swirled into a disgusting brown mix. Watching in horror as the intestinal extracts of Aida’s insides overpowered everything in the bottle.
Mischievously she poured everything into a glass, putting a nice little candy-cane colored bendy straw into it.
At first glance, had Yumi not watched the ‘drink’ being made, she would’ve assumed it was a chocolate based milkshake or something. But, she wasn’t that fortunate, it was indeed an intestinal slime infused, sweat topped, strawberry and banana smoothie…
But before she brought it over to Yumi, Aida stopped.
Yumi tilted her head, fearful but curious as to why Aida was just standing there…
“Oh! I almost forgot!” She said, turning around again.
“Oh… oh no…” Yumi thought to herself.
Aida brought the glass up to her rear, letting the drinking end of the bendy straw go into her butthole.
“One last ingredient…”
Taking a second…
“PFFFFRRRAAAAAAPT!”
Aida let out an unbelievably powerful fart, causing a ton of gloopy, swamp-like bubbles to come erupting out the top. Pulling it out of her asshole, an unusually perky Aida smiled, placing it down on the table in front of Yumi, straw facing her direction.
“Bon appetit~” She said, sauntering off into another room.
“I’ll be back in an hour… All of that better be finished by the time I come back~ The food, the drink, I mean everything~!”
Yumi stared at the table, deciding that if she was going to eat the breakfast, she should probably get the worst of it out of the way.
The smoothie.
Yumi, despite the brief moment of courage, did nothing, staring at the smoothie as if it were some horrid beast, ready to ravage the insides of her mouth. Any courage she had built up had dwindled more quickly than she could have anticipated.
“Do I…?” She wondered, weighing all of her options. On one hand, she could try and finish the drink… subjecting herself to the flavors within Aida’s mock intestinal system, it appeared that the company that had built her was very thorough in making sure that it was life-like, with the waste produced being similar or worse than that of a normal human. On the other hand, what was the worst that could happen should she not finish it all? Aida was but her android… and her android wouldn’t do anything to harm her, right?
That notion was immediately discounted by the events that had led up to this moment, remembering just how much sex Aida had put her through only hours before. Visible reminders of which lay all over her sore, aching body, as she looked at each and every bruise and hickey.
Yumi made her decision.
Rather than risk finding out what Aida had in store for her if she doesn’t finish the meal prepared for her, she decided it was in her best interest to just “enjoy” the meal.
As she leaned forward to take a sip of the smoothie, the lingering smell emanating from it caused her body to jerk itself back, her inert sense of self preservation acting up for once.
“GRK!” She gagged, turning her head in an attempt to get away from the smell. “God… how am I going to do this…?”
Looking back at the smoothie, after catching just a little fresh air, she could see what had forced her to gag so quickly. The tip of the straw, in all of its red and white coloring, had gone brown at the tip, right where Aida had put it inside of her and… sharted.
“I… I c-can’t… I can’t put my mouth on this… can I?” She thought to herself, leaning in again.
Working herself up a little, she regained some courage, throwing her face onto the straw before her body could react, taking it into her mouth, doing her best to avoid touching it with her tongue as it sat between her two lips.
“KRG!” She gagged, the smell rising into her nostrils.
“I… I just have to get it over with…” She tried to reassure herself.
She started sucking, only to get a mouthful of… diluted android waste.
Other than the small hints of strawberry and banana mixed in and the slight hint of a milky after taste, all Yumi could tell was that most of what she was drinking was her android’s leftover enema. Over and over, she coughed through sip after agonizing sip, drinking up the intestinal juices as fast as she could.
“GRK!” She gagged again, kicking her feet as she stayed strong, continuing to drink it despite her body jerking and lurching around, trying to reject the horrid substance she was now willingly filling it with.
Her body screamed at her, pleaded to her, to cease drinking and expel the horrid material. But she kept going, for fear that Aida would have something much worse in store for her. She continued until the very bitter end of the drink, sucking up what felt like where most of the ass juice had concentrated, at the very bottom.
“Pah~!” She gasped, feeling triumphant in her vile endeavor.
“Now I can get to the real food…” She thought.
Suddenly, she heard a slow clapping coming from the doorway.
Yumi went stiff, feeling all her hairs stand on end as a wave of fear came over her.
“Congratulations~ You managed to just barely finish that smoothie…” Aida said, condescendingly.
Yumi’s fear was only exemplified as Aida looked back down towards the table, her uncomfortable, condescending grin becoming an ever more uncomfortable, fear inducing frown.
“Awww… you didn’t even get to touch any of this delicious food I made for you…” She said, walking over to her.
“I-I’m s-sorry! I-I wanted t-to eat it! I r-really did!”
“Hmm… don’t worry… I’ll still let you eat it…”
Yumi perked up, hearing what she thought was a little bit more mercy coming from her new machine mistress.
“R-really?!”
“Of course… I wouldn’t want you to go hungry, my slave…”
“T-thank you! Th-thank you! M-my mistress… I will gladly eat it all now!”
To her dismay, Aida stopped her.
“Y-yes… Mistress…?”
“Did you really think I was going to let you go unpunished…?”
Yumi cowered back in fear as Aida leaned over her.
“N-n..no…?”
“Good… I am going to let you eat this food… but… not in its current state…”
“Current state…?” Yumi thought to herself.
“What… what do y-you mean, m-mistress…?”
“Oh… you’ll see…
Before Yumi even registered what Aida had said, she found herself handcuffed to the chair, unable to move.
“W-what…?” Yumi’s body began to shake slightly, despite her best efforts to keep calm.
Looking up, she saw that Aida had already consumed all of the breakfast foods that she had prepared, her artificial stomach grumbling as it processed all of the food at quite an alarming rate.
“So… are you ready for your punishment…?” Aida asked, her sly grin growing even wider.
“I-I…” Unfortunately, Yumi wouldn’t have the chance to continue her pleas for mercy, as Aida cut her off, quickly and forcefully, shoving a tube gag into her mouth. Yumi now couldn’t speak, her mouth now completely forced open, unable to close.
“Mmmph! Mmmmfgh!”
“So…” Aida whispered, getting nice and close to Yumi’s ear. “Want to hear more about… what you paid for~?”
“MMgh! Nmmmgh!”
Despite her pleas, Aida continued to describe the capabilities of her android body.
“Well… I know you ordered me… but let me remind you… in case you’d forgotten… my mock digestive system… can process food much like your real one…” She said, rubbing Yumi’s stomach, before moving her hand to her own, artificial one. “Except… all of that waste keeps its nutrients… while still being… well… waste.”
Yumi only struggled more, having put two and two together, just now realizing what Aida was about to do to her. Now knowing what Aida meant by letting her eat the food in a “different state.”
“MMMFGH!” She struggled, screaming into her tube gag and flailing wildly as she protested what Aida had in store for her.
“So…” Aida continued. “It’s perfectly safe, edible, and even healthy… isn’t this what you wanted…’Master’?”
It was then she laughed maniacally, having heard herself refer to Yumi as “Master,” even just jokingly.
“That’s what the other android’s are programmed to say… but I know you…” She said, now straddling her owner’s legs. “You ordered me to be different… you wanted a domina like me… and I… I am going to give you your money’s worth…”
Aida then stood up, patting Yumi on the head.
Aida then brought out a short tube, no longer than a foot, connecting one end to a special pair of panties that kept the tube right up against her asshole. Then she began to slowly back her ass up to Yumi’s face, wiggling it as if she were preparing to give her a lap dance, rather than a predigested breakfast feast.
“I hope you’re hungry~”
“PHUUURRRRPPTPTPTPT!”
Without giving Yumi even a second to brace, she released a long, horrid, wet fart.
“MMMMMGH! GRK! HLRK!” Yumi screamed into the tube, gagging as she was forced to swallow the horrid gas.
“BLOOORRRPT!”
“MMMPGH!” She pleaded, closing her eyes as she gulped down the bitter tasting ass gas.
“PFFFRRRPTPTPTPT!”
“PFFRT!”
“BLORT!”
The gas’ flavor was one of pure horror, being a combination of both meaty and eggy. It flooded her mouth and throat like a raging torrent, taking up any space within her body that it could… Her mouth, her throat, her stomach… every part of her body felt as if it were succumbing to the power of her android’s ass.
“PHHHPLRRRRRT!”
One last fart was soon followed by the part that Yumi had feared the most…
As the tube was transparent, she could see Aida’s pucker flexing and pulsing as her worst fear started to rear its ugly, disgusting, brown head. Looking on in total shock as Aida began to push out what could only be described as the biggest log of fecal matter that Yumi had ever seen and bigger than she thought could possibly come out from anything humanoid. The log was so large in fact, that it couldn’t physically compress into the tube, instead causing the tube to bulge out.
“MMGH! PPLGHRK! HRK!” Yumi gagged, struggling and wriggling against her restraints as the concentrated musk emanating off of the massive lump of waste entered her throat, the slight smell and taste being enough to cause her body’s senses to scream in agony, let alone the taste of it when it finally makes its way into her mouth…
Inch by agonizing inch…
Yumi watched as the log only grew and grew, continuing to bulge out the tube, slowly getting closer and closer to the end her mouth was connected to.
As the giant turd reached her end of the tube, Yumi’s eyes shut as she braced, feeling the warmth of it right on her lips… “MMOH! MMWWMPPHH!”
Yumi’s eyes went from shut to wide as the tip of it entered her mouth and rested on her tongue… “MPH! GRK!” HRK! GLK!” She gagged as her body jerked uncontrollably.
“MMMMGH~!” Yumi struggled even harder as the log finally reached her mouth, but… instead of sliding right into her mouth and down her throat like she was expecting, it seems like things weren’t going to be so lucky.
The turd was wider than the tube gag.
The long brown snake’s head was now stuck in her mouth, perched on her tongue, with its body restrained by the ring holding Yumi’s mouth open.
Aida only chuckled, hearing Yumi’s muffled pleading and screaming.
“Tastes good?” She asked, not even taking a second to look back to see what was unfolding.
Aida kept pushing, feeling the turd’s movement stop. “Hey, I’m feeding you… you’d better be grateful and swallow it…” She commanded, not realizing that the turd had gotten stuck. “Hrngghh!”
As she pushed even harder, the turd didn’t move, instead collecting into the tube and bulging it out even more.
“Come on, fucking swallow it.” She said, reaching a hand behind her and giving Yumi a quick slap.
At this point, Yumi wished she could just swallow it. The turd has now been stuck for so long that her saliva had started to melt the part of it touching her tongue. Ever so slowly, it was being dissolved into a mush, which then flowed down her tongue and into her throat. Yumi could only cry, as this was the worst case scenario. With it stuck and melting, she would taste each and every little bit of it, feeling the chunks of what used to be food come off and slide down along with more and more sludge, the worst part being that the little chunks still tasted like what they originally were.
“MHP!”
Soon, her screaming and pleading had turned to whimpers and gagging, as the liquified turd flowed down her throat.
Not happy that Yumi was seemingly “resisting,” Aida pushed even harder, forcing the tube to bloat out even more…
Though it would appear that the tube was finally at its limits.
As the tube it was lodged in couldn’t expand any further, the brown gut snake had two options… go back where it came, or force itself through where it was stuck, and seeing as it was still growing from where it came from, there was only one real option.
With a sudden burst, the brown snake shot through the ring in the tube gag, suddenly flooding into Yumi’s mouth and throat at the speed of sound.
“GRK!” She gagged, feeling the massive, 8 inch in circumference, brown gut snake start to invade her body. Though it was disgusting, Yumi practically rejoiced, realizing that now she could swallow it faster, hopefully lessening the amount of time she had it in her mouth and throat. Despite her body’s protests, she tried to choke it down as fast as she could, despite its horrid flavor. The brown snake had gotten about 9 inches down into her throat when suddenly, it stopped moving again, despite her throat’s best efforts, the turd wouldn’t budge.
Looking up, Yumi saw Aida finally looking back at her, her eyes glowing a deep, angry red.
“Oh no… my little slave…” Aida said, finally looking back. “You aren’t going to just resist swallowing it for so long and then just choke it down out of nowhere… You’ve made your mistress very angry…”
“But I wasn’t resisting!” Yumi wished she could scream. “MMPH! HHRRRMMMPH!” She pleaded, tears continuing to flow down her face.
“No, no, no… my little slave… You’re going to savor this meal I’m giving you… Got it…?”
As much as Yumi tried to fight it, any further struggle was futile, she wasn’t strong enough nor skilled enough to escape her binds, there was no one coming to save her, this was a fate that she brought on herself, buying a pre-ordered android… The writing was all over the wall and she didn’t see it. In her lust drunken state, she had purchased a dominatrix that would take over her life… there was nothing else to do but obey, as she basically deepthroated Aida’s still growing log…