The newly updated Amber sat on the corner of her room in Judy’s brothel on 19th St. and Birch Ave. The neon lights from downtown shimmered over her ginger hair and freckled skin. Her dark eyes gazed unblinking at the corner of the room, at nothing. Although she had been updated and could now speak, have preferences, and move on her own volition, she was not timed to activate until her John’s scheduled appointment that night. So there she sat, growing cold as the night carried on.
He arrived late and in a huff- if he had missed his hour, she would have deactivated and he would have had to pay for another hour with her. He gently shut the door behind him and began stripping his outer layers. In the minutes she spent waiting for him, she had moved to the bed with her legs crossed, watching for him at the door. This was how he found her. He broke into the first smile of that day. Normally a solemn and lonely man, he would finally get the company he so desired. He could only afford to see her monthly, but he had fallen in insatiable lust for the wry smile frozen on her face, for her moans, for her deep set collarbones and chubby belly. He jumped when she began to speak for the first time.
“I’ve been waiting for you, sir. Is ‘sir’ what you would prefer to be called?” She had a high, chirpy voice.
“Uh, no. Um.” He was not informed about her update, and though he was usually fine with her standard services, he was curious. “I like ‘daddy’,” he informed her as he continued to undress.
“I can call you that, Daddy,” She said with pep.
“Can you, uh, talk different though?” He asked, “Like, your voice?”
“Of course, Daddy,” she purred in a low tone.
“What else can you do now?” He asked.
“I can do this,” She said, slowly spreading her legs, making her robe unravel to reveal her naked pussy. While staring into his eyes, she reached between her legs and began toying with her pussy. Pinching and pulling her clit hood, putting pressure on the clit beneath it. She brought her fingers down to her vagina and spread the wetness she could now produce.
Her John looked at the clock. He was wanting an hour to fuck his doll, and now was down to 45 minutes. She was not capable of registering his impatience with her. She began to moan, a feature she had always had, but this time because she was pleasuring herself. Or, at least, was programmed to feel she was being pleasured.
He did not care to watch her touch herself, he had been horny all day thinking about fucking her. He brushed her hands away from her pussy and slapped it, for no other reason than out of habit. She gasped at that – in ‘pain’, possibly, but more likely ‘arousal’. He assumed he could alter her reactions at his whim.
“I’m going to put you through pain, now,” He told her, and she began whimpering at his touch like a good little doll. He grabbed her by her scalp and brought her down off of the bed, to service him on her knees. She dove for his cock. She took it all in at once, down her wet throat made for that one thing.
“Gag,” he instructed, and she immediately did just that, as if she had been holding it together for too long and was spluttering to get his mass out of her as quickly as possible.
He pushed her head down, though, so her nose smushed into his pubic hair. She continued to make gagging noises. He looked but there were no tears in her eyes. She closed them in pretend pain, and he fucked her throat that way, holding her hair like reins.
He finally grew tired of this and pulled her head back with great force. She let out a final gag.
“Try to escape me, but do not leave this room,” He said. She floundered in his grasp for a second, and then made a break for the other side of the room. He chased after her gleefully, cornering her by the window curtains. He grabbed for her and she evaded him, ducking beneath his arms. He turned round and grabbed her by the hips, pushing her forward onto the bed. With one hand on her back, he removed one sleeve of her robe, then the other, so she was fully nude like him.
He leaned onto her writing body still trying to break free. She was as heavy as a real woman, but had no real strength. Into her ear he whispered,
“Who’s your daddy?”
“You are,” she whispered back in her low voice, fearful of what her daddy was going to do to her.
“Who am I?”
“My daddy.”
He decidedly smacked her ass. She yelped.
“Good girl.”
He reached down to her pussy, still wet from when she pleasured herself earlier, and guided his dick inside of it. Just as tight as ever.
“Tighter,” He instructed, and the walls of her vagina shrunk.
He sighed in satisfaction. He pushed into her and out, and they became one in that moment of bliss. He let go of her back, and she scrambled onto all fours on the bed, still trying to escape. He couldn’t help but chuckle. He grabbed at her ankles and pulled, forcing her to fall back onto her face. She grasped at the sheets, trying to pull herself away. With one hand on her ankle, he moved his other to her wide hips and flipped her onto her back. Her tits were up in the air, jiggling irresistibly in the frenzy. He crawled on top of her with his weight on her pelvis and took them each into his mouth, one by one. She whimpered in fear.
“Okay, you can want me again,” He instructed. She stopped struggling under his weight and melted into the sheets. He entered her tightened pussy again, grasping at her soft tits, ravaging her body completely. She moaned in satisfied delight with every thrust.
He pulled out and sat down on the bed.
“Ride me, baby,” He instructed. Never had she been able to ride him before, as she had been immoble up to this night. She perched on top of his stomach and teased his dick with her pussy, rubbing it back and forth.
“I don’t got time for this,” he grumbled, which made her immediately sit on his cock.
She rode it up and down, resting her weight on her hands on his chest and moaning over his head. Then she lowered herself completely onto his pelvis. She rocked back and forth, her moans growing deeper and longer.
“Okay, shut up,” He told her, and they fucked like that in silence. The only sounds to be heard were his breathing and the wet friction of their skin.
“Choke me until I tap you out,” He instructed, and her metal bones curled around his fleshy neck.
He tried to take in air, but her grip was firm, and he gurgled on the bed as she rocked on his cock back and forth in a perfect rhythm. He quickly realized her grip was too powerful, so he tapped twice on her thigh. She did not register this and continued choking his neck.
He slapped her face with the force he could muster, and she fell onto her back, having little balance. She laid with her head between his thighs, her pussy still wrapped around his dick, her back arched at an ungodly angle.
He sat up and readjusted her posture for her. She was looking up at the ceiling instead of him, now, and began to moan.
“I said to shut up,” He reminded her, and she closed her mouth into a wry smile.
“Okay, get up and suck me off again,” He said, looking back at the clock. He was running low on time.
Amber did not do so.
“I said suck me off,” he murmured threateningly.
She did not move.
“Fuck, she’s broke. Fuck.”
And like he did for so many months before, he manually helped her sit up, then lean forward over his dick. When her mouth came into contact with it, it activated, sucking up and down at the same rhythm she had been fucking him previously. He moaned out his pleasure.
He sat up again, and positioned her with spread legs on top of him. She would ride his dick whether she was broken or not, goddammit. He found that if he made her to squat over him, he could guide her up and down with ease. He instructed her to moan some more, before he let out a final moan of his own, and came inside of her. His warm juices warmed her dark silicone cavern right before his hour was up.