by Audrey Drake
K8-E, for her part, tried to endure the silence. She loved having his hot, syrupy ejaculate inside of her body, a human seed planted in a medium no more nurturing than a clay pot without soil. It felt wonderful having some ounce of genuine life within her, no matter how insignificant or how temporal. She sighed with passion at the thought of it, and then looked over at Charles, foolishly expecting to see in him an identical sense of fulfillment.
There was none, of course.
His was an expression of complete and utter indifference, bordering on outright slumber, his eyes half closed, the sweat creaking down his skin in a manner that must have tickled him frighteningly, but he appeared so out of it as not to notice.
These moments after sex were gut-wrenchingly painful for K8-E, as she discovered with sadness how very very little these glorious sessions of copulation meant to the master she lived so desperately to please.
She turned to him on her pillow, her hair cascading beautifully over her shoulders and between her heaving breasts for him should he choose to open his eyes and witness it, though of course he did not.
She decided, extremely tentatively, to broach the subject of her dissatisfaction at never being able to assert dominance or experiment over the course of their simulated stimulation.
She swallowed hard, more because it was the natural thing to do than because of any legitimate accumulation of saliva, and gathering up her courage, she spoke.
“I liked that...”
“Mmm...” he muttered, not bothering to open his eyes, but just laying there, otherwise unresponsive, not even thinking her worthy of a response.
This is a horrible idea, her processors all kept chanting, and she knew that they were right, but she knew just as well that she was going to press on with asking him all the same.
“Hey, um, Charles... Sweetie... I was just thinking about something, and, uh... Well, do you think it would be fun if maybe, I was on top sometime during sex? Or maybe, maybe we could try something else... You know, just to keep things exciting once in a while? I'm programmed to excite, arouse, and please in a variety of ways, and I think you'll really like some of the things I'm capable of...”
She'd felt flustered and ridiculous the entire time as she'd spoken the words, and now Charles' expression only solidified her humiliation at it. For several seconds he said nothing at all, but only looked at her, his eyes barely half open, his expression one of either disgust or contempt, probably both.
At last, just as K8-E began to think she could no longer stand the suspense he said, “Christ!” and kicked his naked legs over the bed, his penis flying back into view from below the covers, looking flaccid and sad having been drained of its energy. He stood up, traipsing toward the door, and K8-E stared at him, shaken, ashamed, and afraid. Finally he added over his shoulder, just before exiting the bedroom altogether, “You know, the reason I shelled out thousands of dollars for a sex robot when I could have just kept a woman around for free is because I didn't think I'd have to tell her to keep her mouth shut! Why don't you just do what I fucking ask you to instead of all this 'Sweetie, let me tell you how I want to fuck you' shit, and the both of us will be a hell of a lot better off...”
The slam of the door as he left the bedroom was not nearly as startling to her as his words had been, but its sting made her cringe all the same, and as the hum of the shower being turned on echoed through the walls into the room, it paralleled her desire to pour out her tears with a beautiful sense of synchronization.
Instead, however, she sucked up her gloom, and did as she always did whenever he made her feel this way, opening up the web browser installed inside her brain, closing her eyes, and scrolling through page upon page upon page of anonymous personal ads, browsing through a selection that seemed to reflect rather perfectly her own sense of current desperation.
This time, however, she would not just be browsing.
This time, she had every intention of participating in the sexual exchange.
If her current master could not seem to appreciate her for what she was, then she would simply find someone more compatible with her that would.
Chapter Two
It took a while for K8-E to come across an ad that seemed to fit her needs. She stayed awake all night skimming through personal ads in her head, Charles sleeping stupidly and unsuspectingly beside her. He'd apologized, but only, she could tell, so as to stay in her good graces, and so she would fuck him again the next day, but not with any real degree of sincerity.
It was hard to determine what exactly constituted a good personal sex ad, with such eloquent and colorful titles as Young tight girl wanted, NSA ASAP, Beastly, Outdoor Fun, lonely trucker, and the timeless classic, want 2 lick ur pussy and make u cum.
At last she stumbled upon one entitled 2 Dudes Looking, its proposal for what they would do to the applicant steamy enough to entice her, and the grammar in most cases not thoroughly atrocious enough to startle her away altogether, as was so often the case with many of these.
And thus, sneaking out the next morning after Charles had left the house for work, K8-E's new career as a renegade sex robot began.
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The two dudes looking, it turned out, were named Oslo and Sprocket. Oslo was a big black muscular gentleman, his head shaved and his arms the size of tree trunks, his pants bulging with unabashed arousal the instant K8-E stepped into the door. Sprocket, almost his opposite, was a wiry little punk, his skin-tone, physique, and pretty much everything else about him the polar opposite of his co-dude. What he may have lacked in initial charm, however, he made up for with his extraordinary anatomical length, his penis jutting out like an especially long French baguette from his body. Oslo still had him on girth, but both of them proved to be fine, well-endowed young gentlemen.
“Hey, you're a sex robot,” objected Sprocket as she entered into their cramped apartment, and although this statement caused K8-E to grow even more nervous than she already was, it proved despite his tone to be more of an observation than an accusation, and in no way served to interfere with the proceedings in any noticeable way.
It didn't take long for the two eager bachelors to begin circling around her like buzzards, closing in on their prey, each choosing a different side of her body to run kisses along, coating her with their saliva, causing her to tingle with the warmth of their breath, forcing her to wonder why the hell she hadn't decided to do this years ago?
Before she had a chance to process it, her clothes were off. She stood sandwiched between the two of them, each clad scantily in nothing but a negligible man-thong, their precious cargo bulging so fiercely that it seemed almost to burst out into the open. Oslo stood in front, his muscles rippling against her naked breasts, his arms wrapped around her in practically a stranglehold, his mouth pressed firmly into her own, his tongue creeping in uninvited but welcomed, his saliva dribbling down onto the warm cushion of her tongue, causing her circuitry to go crazy. Sprocket, meanwhile, was dry-humping her from behind, grinding his encased erection up and down against her rump. He pecked repetitive kisses left and right across her shoulder blades, his sweat and his heat melding his body into her, causing them to squeak slightly together as the two of them slid about one another's surfaces.
“Ohhhhhhh, Goooddddd,” she sighed, not because it was expected of her, because it was genuinely, absolutely wonderful to her, filling her body with an intense joy that she thought she had long ago been deprived of forever.
And then the thongs came off.
K8-E stood agape, her perfect eyes fluttering in disbelief at her tremendous luck- her first time ever seeking an affair outside of her own place of residence, and she was about to be fucked into the next century by a couple of men whose penises could be used to measure out foot-long subs.
Bracing herself for impact, nervous and excited and guilty and aroused, she allowed Sprocket to take her by the hand, pulling her down on top of himself on the neatly-made but soon to be ruffled bed. K8-E shuddered, as from below he slid h
imself deep into her body, his shaft so long that it seemed to last forever before it ended, like a train whose brakes were applied but then kept screeching along the tracks, more and more and more cars wheeling by as far as the eye can see. But than at last he hit something inside of her, pushing it in sensually, and she knew the consumption was complete. She let out an impassioned sigh, just in time for Oslo to come along and jam his own erection in over top of Sprocket's, slightly shorter, but thicker, more painful, their two combined manhoods stretching out her vagina with a torturous perfection that made her mechanical limbs squirm with delight.
Her sensors crackled with the heat of his muscular body touching down on her own, stifling her pleasantly, the cramped trio all burning with anticipation for things to get underway, the two men's cocks rubbing moistly against one another as her synthetic cooch coated them with warm, tingling lubricant.
Soon, things were under way. Oslo ripped into her body without hesitation, the fact that she was mechanical allowing him to thrust as hard and as forcefully up her tight, cramped femininity without reservation, no fear of damaging her to be considered. Sprocket's movements were limited, but his dick was so long that it scarcely mattered. Even his short, feeble fucks were enough to poke into her tenderest bits, activating her pleasure centers, forcing her fingers to curl into the sweaty ocean of the sheets.
“Oooooooooohhhh Godddddd!” she screamed, the thrusting swords clanging together, twisting, overlapping, slapping like engorged sausages inside her skin. Before long they were both cumming, Oslo first, his massive, obese member so inflated with thick, hot semen that it squirted back out of her body as he ejaculated it into her, dribbling down the lips of her pussy and sliding over Sprocket's throbbing testicles, eventually making a slow trickle down the planes of his perineum and seeping into his ass crack. This, in turn, was apparently too much sensation for him to withstand, and his cum-wrapped cock unleashed a considerable load of its own, the distance it had to travel longer due to his extra inches, and therefore the velocity greater as it squirted up into her trembling body, an orgasm of her own seizing her circuits, her taut body shaking like hell between her two lusty lovers.
Almost immediately after this, Oslo pulled out, long hot strings of semen dripping from his penis as he extricated it, his former erection becoming only very slightly flaccid, but remaining just as big around, perhaps even bigger, like an earthworm whose digits become fat as it retracts its head into its body.
Sprocket stayed tucked firmly where he was inside the warm, wet nook of her body, his penis hovering in limbo between limp and erect, but growing steadily harder as the moments rolled by. With a determined fierceness, Oslo was jacking himself off, doing his damnedest to bring his big black cock back to its former glory, pumping and pumping and pumping, the cheeks of K8-E's rump clenching together in fear, somehow intuiting what it was this meaty machine of a man was preparing for.
Sure enough, after what must have constituted a world record for a man's shortest refractory period between ejaculations, Oslo was back on her, penetrating her anally, thrusting too much penis into too little asshole, and breaking whatever electronic thing constituted her soul into pieces with his efforts.
With a loud scream that should reasonably have awoken the entire neighborhood, all three of them came again, perfectly, exploding all over the place, K8-E's pain sensors all lighting up in tandem for the first time she could recollect during sex, and loving every single, last, terrible goddamn minute of it.
This was the pleasure that Charles had been depriving her of for all these years, she thought, as they did her again in the shower afterwards, and from here on out, she vowed to engage in as many depraved, painful, exotic, and titillating sexual activities as she could possibly fathom.
This splendorous three-way would mark the official beginning of K8-E's long overdue sexual revolution.
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Over the next several weeks, K8-E did it all. She screwed with singles, couples, triples, and beyond. She gave hand jobs, blow jobs, took it up the butt and up the pussy. She woke up in bed with eighteen year olds and sixty-five year olds, men of every shape, size, color, and complexion. On a couple of occasions she experimented with lesbianism, which she discovered not to be much to her liking. It simply wasn't in her programming, designed as she was for the pleasure of men, save, of course, for in cases where girl-on-girl activity was used to stimulate the men she fucked, in which case she enjoyed it immensely, and this happened as well on multiple occasions.
She participated in gang bangs that were the central focus of bachelor parties, waltzing around naked in a room full of attractive men, sucking each one's individual cock one at a time, culminating in a circle jerk with her at the center, their two dozen or so loaded guns shooting hot, steaming loads onto her body, until at last nearly every inch of her was coated with a membrane of their warm, syrupy semen. She operated a glory hole, anonymously pleasuring several horny men at a time with robotic precision, her automated functions allowing her to take on a plethora of intense carnal duties at once. She did it in the dirty and dimly lit bathroom stalls of bars, in the forbidden open air of public parks at night, in the lavish, excessive bedrooms of millionaires, on top of the gusty roof of an apartment complex, and right in the middle of a busy street corner, neither participant caring who the fuck saw them- the man, in this case, was arrested for his indecency, but K8-E, being a robot, was not- she was merely given a rather meaningless warning by the officer, because how could you arrest a sex robot?
It was upon waking up in the bed of two aspiring, college-aged robotics students that K8-E began to seriously question the level of fulfillment these meaningless flings were really giving her. The couple, a guy and his girlfriend, were both a little bit nerdy looking, but mighty damn cute, and for their age something of experts in their field. As a sort of kinky S&M exercise, they'd spent the night slowly disassembling K8-E in their dorm room, the guy naked as sin and his girlfriend working topless in a pair of thong panties, working up a sweat as they quite literally pulled her body apart. Piece by piece, panel by panel, circuit by circuit they tortured her, peeling apart her anatomy, making her scream with erotic pleasure, “Oh God, oh God, oh, GOD!” It was, far and away, the most painful thing that K8-E had ever experienced, and like regular S&M it was almost questionable whether the agony was truly compensated for by the pleasure it brought her. At one point, the guy had taken a blow torch to the electrical elements of her disconnected naughty bits, and soldered her into an electronic orgasm so intense it was like her body was being melted down and recycled into an entirely new robot.
“FFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKK!” she wailed, and when she next came around she was in pieces, her severed head resting atop the dude's pelvis and his thick morning wood lodged fiercely into her sticky metal mouth, her left arm laying splayed between the girlfriend's open legs and her fingers shoved up against her clitoris, and the rest of her strewn about in a violent mess across the dirty dorm floor.
K8-E sighed, blowing a hot puff of air down the veiny shaft of the stranger's stiff cock. What had her life come to, she wondered? It was true, sex with Charles had been plain, vanilla, and boring, but at least she had felt she'd been fulfilling her purpose then. What's more, there had been some established dynamic, some illusion of lasting affection, even if it was far from reciprocated in reality. These fleeting encounters, meanwhile, were fun, intoxicating, and titillating, but were rapidly becoming emotionally draining, even for a robot. It was impossible to see them as anything more than what they actually were- horny, rather indiscriminate men looking to bust their nut inside of her nuts and bolts, their encounters meaning nothing more to them than sex with their own fucking hairy palms. Charles had been largely the same, she knew, but at least their imagined domestic life could make it seem as though her presence mattered.
Resolute, K8-E bit down on the hard cock of her skull-fucker, waking him with a start, and the two slutty technicians proceeded to fumble their way through the sl
ow process of putting her perfect body back together again.
This, she decided, was her last random fling, and she would now go back to the one place she had ever belonged, begging on her knees that her once beloved owner would take her back again.
She was just about to step out the door of their dormitory when suddenly she came to a screeching halt, practically stumbling over on her own two feet. Something wasn't right...
“Alright you bastards, you've got me on backwards and you know it! The pussy and the asshole need to be switched around! Do it fucking right this time!”
Chapter 3
It was night time when she arrived outside of Charles' home, same as it had been when she'd first arrived at the decision to leave. Lights were on in a couple of rooms, and she crept into the bushes, peering into the nearest window, and seeing nothing, and nobody at all. She waded through branches, nimble as a bird, and turned the corner to an adjacent window. She could see its light dimming and growing slightly with apparent signs of motion, and lit up inside with the prospect of seeing him again. Her betrayal had been a great one, she knew. She had abandoned the one thing she had been designed and purchased to do in life, and walking right back into her former role would not be so easy. It would take some convincing for her to weasel her way back into his life, and probably some abuse and tongue lashing, but she was, after all, a multi-thousand dollar purchase, and in the end she felt confident that he would take her back, for financial reasons if for nothing else.
And then she looked through the window. What she saw did not bode well, and made her little digital heart crumble apart into a billion scattered pixels inside.
There lay Charles, splayed ass naked in the center of his kitchen table, his sweaty cheeks pressed firm into the stained wood of its surface, his arms out to his sides in a pose of crucifixion, his eyes closed, and a wide-mouthed smile cracking open his face. A dark brunette cascade of hair bobbed up and down, up and down between his legs, attached to a slender, youthful body, almost identical to K8-E's own. A thin red strap ran across the simulated bony protrusions of her shoulder blades, as well as the dark, pronounced curve of her spine. A thong of an identical crimson rode high between her firm and luscious ass cheeks, so tight it should surely have cut off all circulation to her legs, and punctuated above by a set of unnecessarily excessive butt dimples, that were just too goddamn awfully perfect on her. Suddenly she stopped, noticing, apparently, that she was being watched, and turning around to face the window, staring out at K8-E with eyes that glowed a threatening red, boring into her silicon soul, and suddenly, disarmingly, she smiled.