by Ann Jacobs
“You’re staying at Yolanda’s?” her sexbot asked as she led him through forbidding-looking gates toward a building now painted in storybook tones of yellow and blue and gold. “You know, this place used to be called the Gates of Hell.”
“Yes, Yolanda herself told us the story of her enslavement, and of how she came to become Mistress here after the evil Mistress Mara met her fate. You are well programmed,” she said, sure now Pak Song had truly provided her with a bargain when she’d negotiated for… She realized then that she didn’t know his name. “What do I call you?”
“Guy Stone.”
“What an unusual name for a sexbot,” Cassie said. “It sounds almost like a name for a male back on Earth.”
Guy laughed. “Guy is for ‘male’, Stone for Pak Song’s newest, most lifelike, rock-hard cock.”
“Oh.” That made sense.
“I am at your service, to fulfill your darkest dreams, unearth the secret passions deep inside you and bring them to the light. To become your master.” His intriguing scarlet eyes flashed then turned a deeper red when he looked down at her. And his low, mellow voice poured over her like honey.
She had no doubt that he’d pleasure her better than the human sex slaves who probably were plying their trade now behind Doreen and Nebula’s closed bedroom doors. No doubt but that the sexbot named Guy Stone would master her, make her his sex slave.
“Well, Guy, I shall expect you to deliver all you’ve promised me.”
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She unlocked the door to her small room, stepped inside and watched his muscles ripple as he passed through the threshold and filled the small room with his presence.
“Shall we begin now, Mistress?” He paused then continued, his gaze hot and hard, as though he could see right through the clothes she wore. “You will be my Mistress until you set me free.”
“Oh, yes. Let’s not waste time. Master me. Please.” Her inner muscles clenched, and she felt moisture already dampening her swollen pussy. A shiver went through Cassie, for she had the feeling the sexbot with the rippling muscles and the honeyed voice would deliver all right. He’d give her all he’d promised, much more than she’d bargained for. More than the shy country girl in her could take. “Let us go to my room now.”
Although the place had changed on the outside, this room seemed charged with the aura of dominance and submission. A carryover from before, during the long stretch when the evil Mistress Mara had ruled over the Gates of Hell Pleasure Palace? Maybe. Guy wasn’t certain.
He had heard a lot about the former Mistress and the atrocities she had perpetrated here. In the far reaches of his mind, he heard the screams of tortured souls, the pleas for release. But Cassie’s presence kept the room from seeming small and dark. Guy had no trouble envisioning the walls as they’d been before, studded with hooks and eyes, a St. Andrew’s cross occupying the space where an inviting bed now stood. A neat row of large, brass hooks still hung above the single, narrow window, as though awaiting a Master’s oiled whips of various lengths and styles.
It seemed Yolanda’s facelift of the place had stopped with an outside paint job and the planting of a few scraggly flowers around the wrought iron gates. This was a room ideal for a scene of dominance and submission. His dominance. Cassie’s willing submission. But not her torture. Never that.
He imagined Cassie stretched upon that cross, helpless to resist the attention of his lips, his tongue. He’d take those anal stimulators she’d bought and stretch her tight ass until she was able to take him there. Oh, yeah. She’d love it when he rammed his cock up her ass and filled her wet cunt with that psychedelic pink-and-purple glass dildo.
Ouch. Bad thoughts to have when he was locked up in this chastity device. He winced as his cock began to swell painfully against the restraint. “Set my cock free, pretty lady, and I’ll show you pleasure greater than any you’ve ever known.”
Her eyes wide, as though she just now realized she might have bitten off more sexbot than she could handle, she reached inside the pocket of her jumpsuit and fumbled for the key. Trying to recall the names of every god in the universe, Guy sent out silent prayers to each of them that she’d find the key quickly, before he took matters into his own hands—or his eyes, to be more accurate. He let out a long sigh when she dragged out the key and knelt where she had a good view of the mechanism on the chastity device.
She also had a good view of his bulging cockhead, which was already glistening from the lubrication that had seeped around its ring. The ruby-studded gold glistened almost as much as Cassie’s red-gold hair in the flickering gaslights that lit the room. “Hurry,” he croaked.
Damn, I’d better remember the role I’m playing. No sexbot would care how long it took a client to free its mechanical cock and balls.
“Oooh. You’re pierced just like an Earthling.” The chastity belt hit the floor with a metallic clank, and Cassie ran an inquisitive finger over his jewel-studded shaft and scrotum.
“Yeah. I am.” It was all Guy could do not to toss her to that bed and show her he was no sexbot but a real, live Earthling male. An Earthling male able and willing to show her all the pleasures forbidden to them by the Federation on their home planet. A male who hadn’t been made “safe” like the ones she’d gaped at back at the sex slave emporiums. “Disrobe and we shall get on with the pleasure for which you obtained me,” he said, keeping his voice steady, deep and as monotone as he could manage.
“I’ve always wanted to be mastered. Would you like to undress me?”
What he’d like would be to rip off her shimmering pink jumpsuit and sink his cock into her sopping cunt without delay. “If you wish,” he said, as though his fingers weren’t itching to drag down that zipper and reveal the bounty his enhanced vision had already allowed him to enjoy. When she stood naked, he asked, “Do you wish your mastery to be physical or emotional?”
She looked at him, smiling. “Why, physical of course. No sexbot has feelings.”
“I’m a very special sexbot. If you wish it, I can make you love me.”
“Do you think so? Then do. Prove it to me.” Her eyes held challenge too great for him to resist. “If you want, you may use the toys I bought. My sexbot back home uses them to heighten my pleasure.”
He glanced at the anal stimulators. “You enjoy having your ass fucked?”
“Sometimes.” He found the flush on her cheeks endearing.
“Very well. Lie on the bed and spread your arms and legs. Be silent, and do not move unless I order you to. Imagine there are silken bonds holding you open and vulnerable for me.” He took the smallest of the butt plugs and rubbed it along her sopping slit. “You’ll need to be stretched a lot more than this to take my cock.”
Gently, he pushed her knees against her chest, spread her satiny butt cheeks and worked the small, glittery plug into her tight little hole. “Easy, relax now.” Once the plug was seated inside her, he spread her cunt lips with his fingers and tongue-fucked her until she rewarded him with a gushing gift of warm, slick fluid. He lapped up the sweet-salty nectar that no sexbot could ever duplicate. She tasted delicious. Arousing beyond any experience he’d ever enjoyed.
His cock ached with need to fuck her, but he feasted on her juices and nibbled her clit while tugging gently at the chains that connected its ring to the ones in her hard, reddened nipples.
“Oh, yes. That feels…incredible. More. Please.” Her throaty purr had his balls growing so tight he thought they’d burst.
He lifted his head and met her needy gaze. “You’re ready to take a larger one now.” Slowly, sensually, he removed the small stimulator and replaced it with the next larger one, watching her expression tighten as she strained to accept the new invasion. “Imagine yourself kneeling on the bed, your pretty ass in the air. Imagine you’re taking my cock instead of this plug. Think about how much you’ll love it when I fuck your ass and work that big dildo of yours in and out of your swollen cunt. I’ll do it, soon enough.”
“
Now, fuck me now. Please—”
“Be quiet. I want you to feel it all, enjoy all the sensations. You brought me here to bring you pleasure. To show you the outer limits of all that’s erotic. I’m going to taste you and suck your cunt and keep on drinking this sweet nectar.” He ran his tongue along her velvet slit, savoring the tart, slightly salty taste of her cunt and the faint overtone from the light perfume she wore. “And then I’ll fuck your mouth and your cunt and your ass until you’ve come so many times you can’t remember your own name, much less mine.” He buried his face between her legs again and feasted on her slippery, hot flesh.
Catching her clit ring with his tongue and drawing the swollen nub between his teeth, Guy made Cassie so hot she didn’t know how she could stand it. But she loved the feel of his full, velvety lips applying the most delicious suction to her clit. More juices gushed from her cunt and wet the tautly stretched tissue around her asshole. Her flesh throbbed around the anal plug, the sensation not quite painful. More like perversely pleasurable. The rubies in his ear plugs and nose ring glittered, their color nearly matching his intriguing scarlet eyes. Framed between her pale thighs, his smooth, tanned scalp looked almost gilded in the light of the gas lamps, as though he were made of metal, not human-like flesh.
Of course he wasn’t a real man. But he certainly was a far cry from the Federation’s standard-issue sexbot that she kept in her room back home. The bulging muscles in his arms rippled against the backs of her thighs, and his fingers tickled the tender skin of her belly, her breasts.
And the wicked things he did with his mouth. The way his tongue worked her clit was magical, and his smooth, soft lips! It was downright sinful, what they did when he pressed them to her pussy and applied just the right amount of suction. By all the gods and goddesses in the universe, nothing and no one had ever made her clit swell and harden and her cunt clench with the desire for him to claim her with his long, thick, bejeweled cock—make her his own.
“I can’t wait any longer, Master. Fuck me now. Please.”
He looked up while cradling her ass cheeks in his big hands and squeezing them ever so lightly. “We have all night. Longer. Breathe deeply. If you can take this last plug, you should be able to accept my cock.”
She wanted to take that huge, ringed organ in every orifice, surrender herself to him in every way. She longed for him to let her move so she could pleasure him as well as take the exquisite pleasure he offered. “Oooh.” The large plug, lubricated with some slick, soothing fluid that eased its path, stretched her sphincter muscle almost unbearably. He worked it in slowly, carefully—she’d almost say lovingly if she hadn’t known for certain that no sexbot could be programmed to give or receive love.
“Easy. Relax for me. You can take all of it. When you do, I’m going to turn on the vibrator inside it and fuck your cunt with my cock while I tongue-fuck your pretty mouth. Slow and easy. We’re gonna be nipple to nipple, belly to belly. Touching everywhere, inside and out. I’ll be you and you’ll be me.”
What? Her rented sex toy seemed very, very real, as though he had a heart and soul as well as the throbbing cock that now pulsated against her inner thigh. Each pair of beads along the underside of his shaft and down the center of his sac made its imprint on her flesh, and the thick, gold ring at its tip nudged her swollen outer lips. She’d never been this aroused before, to the point that she was panting for release. His fingers trembled against her ass when he worked the plug slowly, gently into her, stretching and filling her rear passage while he whispered words of encouragement—erotic words that had her wanting to do his bidding, needing to take everything he offered.
The vibrations began slowly, mere whispers of motion against her tautly stretched ass that reverberated in her pussy, made her hotter and wetter and needing all of him.
The skin of his huge cock felt velvety soft when he rubbed it between her wet, swollen cunt lips. Its smooth metal ring caressed her, reminded her that beneath its velvet surface, his flesh was hard as stone and throbbing with desire. He drew on the chain that connected her nipples, making her squirm and whimper despite his order to be still and quiet.
“You’re ready. Ready for me to claim you, to become mine in every way.” Positioning his cock, he flexed his powerful hips and drove into her.
She felt so full. Every motion, even the pulsing of the veins in his huge shaft magnified, spread to her womb, her ass. Her clit swelled against its tiny ring, throbbed against his smooth, muscular groin when he sank his cock into her cunt, making her take more and more until all he had to offer rested inside her, pressing hard against the opening to her womb. His satiny ball sac nestled in the crack of her ass, keeping the plug vibrating from the outside while the throbbing of his cock inside her traveled through the thin wall of tissue between it and her stuffed rear passage. With his every thrusting motion, she felt his rock-hard flesh and each of the jewels that adorned it.
She’d have screamed with the incredible pleasure-pain of it, but he took her mouth, plunging his tongue in and out in time with the pistoning motion of his hips. His nipple rings abraded her breasts, tangled momentarily on hers.
Bombarded from all directions, filled as she’d never been filled before, she clamped down on his cock. She wanted to experience all the delicious sensations, needed to feel each of the smooth, paired jewels that adorned his monster shaft. Her belly clenched. Her clit throbbed. She sucked on his invading tongue as he plunged into her harder, faster. When he gathered her in his iron-muscled arms, she began to shudder with the hottest, most intense orgasm she’d ever experienced.
And for the first time in her life, she felt hot semen bathe her womb in long, staccato bursts that fed her climax and kept it going on forever. Pak Song apparently hadn’t been joking when he’d told her she was renting the deluxe, luxury model, she thought as she lay in Guy’s arms. He not only looked human, in spite of his glowing red eyes, he functioned as she’d heard an Earthling male did.
Chapter Three
Hours later they lay across her bed, breast to chest. Guy’s amazing cock was nestled snugly between Cassie’s thighs when Doreen and Nebula burst through the connecting door. Her amazing sexbot’s massive chest even rose and fell as though he was asleep, not merely shut down to recharge his power supply.
Doreen gave them a long look then settled her gaze on Guy’s hard-muscled ass. “If I’d known they made sexbots like that one, I’d have gone with you instead of picking out a live sex slave.”
Cassie didn’t much like that her sister was paying what she thought was way too much attention to her naked sexbot’s perfect ass cheeks. By the gods, her half-sister was practically drooling. “Really, Doreen?”
Doreen shook her head and made a wry face. “The slave I got complained the whole time we were fucking that he needed a day off. He whined that his boss had been withholding his testosterone injections and overworking him to the point that he could barely get a hard-on. I think I’d like to borrow him.” She shot another lascivious look at Guy.
“No.” It was absurd, she knew, but Cassie had no desire to share her sexbot, even with her sisters. He was hers, damn it. “Go rent one of your own at Pak Song’s. I’m going to find out if this one’s for sale.”
Her other sister, Nebula, laughed. “Our Cassie’s gone and fallen for a sexbot. Hey, Doreen, don’t you think that’s funny?”
“Yes, very funny. But he’s smokin’ hot, sexbot or not.” Doreen’s eyes were glued to Guy, and she looked ready to take a bite out of his muscular ass.
Cassie tightened her arms around Guy, as if that would protect him from her sisters’ lascivious intentions. “He’s not just any bot.” If only her sisters knew what he’d done to her, how he made her feel feminine, helpless. And loved, although Cassie knew that attributing that emotion to any sexbot was absurd.
“I can tell.” Doreen raked Guy’s hard body with a longing gaze. “He’s a yummy, yummy sexbot for sure. What’s the name of that place again?”
“Pak
Song’s Pleasure Palace. Yolanda mentioned it, but you two were too busy listening to her pushing the sex slaves. Nebula, how was yours, by the way?”
“Well, he could get it up. And he did fuck me with more enthusiasm than the guy Doreen chose. Still…” Nebula hesitated a minute, as if recalling the encounter. “It wasn’t as good as Yolanda told us it would be.”
“I’m sorry.” Cassie had doubted the resort owner’s claim that the eunuch sex slaves could satisfy a woman as well as a whole human male. Apparently her skepticism had been well-founded.
“Don’t you be so smug, Cassie. Remember, your bot’s going back.”
“Maybe. Maybe not.” Cassie was already certain she’d buy Guy if he was for sale. “I might buy him.”
Nebula laughed. “You’d better not get too attached to that one. I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t meet Federation standards for an imported sexbot. You know, they’re only allowed to have so many deluxe features. It’s a pity. I’d love to have one like him while I still can enjoy it.” She shot Guy a longing look as she and Doreen left for Pak Song’s.
Yes, Guy Stone was too good to be true. But damn it. Cassie wasn’t ready to give him up without a fight. She moved her hands along the length of his hard torso, the way he hadn’t let her do when they were making love.
Cassie smoothed her hands along the sleek, golden skin of his hard-muscled back. Enjoyed the feel of his warm skin, the light coating of sweat that still lingered. By all the gods in the universe, he seemed real. He even smelled real, a little salty but not unpleasant. Especially when his cock began to stir again and swelled against her swollen cunt lips.
Then he sighed and exerted a very human-feeling pressure on her buttocks with his large, gentle hands, drawing her lower body flush against his own. “Lie back and let me pleasure you some more,” he whispered, his words no less commanding for the soft tone in which they were delivered.
By the gods! Going slowly just might kill him, but Guy had to sample every inch of Cassie’s alabaster skin, bathe each damp, satiny fold of her pussy with his tongue. He nibbled her nipples and her clit, and traced the golden chain that joined the delicate rings adorning those delicious nubs.