Orgasmatron (2 page)
“Oh yes,” Prysm cried. “More. Please more.”
“Anything you say or do will be used against you. Fuck my fingers, Prysm. Keep going until I tell you to stop,” Friday ordered in a rough, slightly mechanical voice. She didn’t care.
Her cream was flowing into his hand as she jerked her hips against his incredible, thick fingers.
She swore they vibrated slightly as they curled into her. Her climax started to thrum in her pussy, the walls of her cunt contracting.
“You have no right to an attorney. You will not be given one. You are mine! Do. You.
Understand?”
“Yes!” she screamed, her climax washing over her as her hips snapped into his thrusts.
Her thighs trembled as she clutched at the wall for support. Just as she thought she’d fall, the Orgasmatron’s arm slung around her middle. He turned her and dragged her bodily to the bed were he bent her over it face down.
“And now, feel the law.” Angling her hips with one hand and grasping her wrists with the other, her thrust into her, filling her cunt with one sharp push.
“No,” she moaned, pretending to be a helpless prisoner at the mercy of the bad cop.
“Please, I’ll be good.” She yanked at her wrists as her pussy turned liquidy around him. His grip tightened, holding her like an iron band.
The Orgasmatron’s mechanical hips pulsed into her, never losing rhythm as he marauded her channel. A second orgasm loomed before her as she spun out of control.
“Oh God!” she screamed, wildly moving with Friday. She shook, lightning railing out to her fingers and toes as the tension inside her exploded. She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t move.
Her body froze in pleasure, her pussy spasming around the bot as he continued to fuck her as if he never intended to stop. Her fingers clawed her bedspread. Pleasure closed around her, piling atop itself like a mudslide obliterating all in its path.
She was destroyed. Nothing would ever be as good as this.
Suddenly, the Orgasmatron went stiff behind her, pushing deep into her as if coming.
Unbelievable warmth pulsed into her cunt, and Prysm screamed, another round of quakes bombarding her body until darkness pushed away her vision and she collapsed into the bed while his hips started pistoning again.
“Off Man Friday…” she murmured, and that was the last she remembered.
Chapter Three
Prysm roused to the sensation of Friday’s perpetually hard cock pressed to her behind.
There was no moving while he stood so close.
“On Man Friday,” she said so she could get him to move.
Immediately, his hands settled on her sides. They smoothed up and down, cupping her thighs then moving up to splay on her belly.
“Stop,” she begged, unsure she could take more but desperately wanting him inside her.
The Orgasmatron didn’t listen. His hands locked on her hips, holding her immobile, then his cock lined up with her opening and slowly pushed inside.
Her sex toy had taken her as its slave. How had this happened?
She couldn’t stop her moan as her body reacted to the bliss of having him inside her again.
Unlike before, he moved slowly, his shaft seeming to touch every portion of her cunt.
“Mine,” he growled. “Prepare to be owned.”
What did that mean? Would she die from intense fucking? Too much wonderful, heavenly fucking?
She moaned as he adjusted her stance until her legs were spread wide and she rested forward on her arms. She could turn off the machine, she supposed, but she couldn’t get the words past her lips.
Suddenly, Friday grabbed her hair, and the rhythm of his thrusts changed until it seemed he was galloping into her. His stiff balls slapped into her clit, sending electricity into her core.
His hand smacked into her ass, and her barely recovered body slid back into oblivion. The world whirled, and she found herself on her back dizzily staring up into the bot’s blue eyes as he pushed her into the pillows. He pressed her legs toward her chest as he held her in his lifelike gaze and used her pussy some more, driving her to orgasm after orgasm.
Something was wrong. He was supposed to sense her orgasm and slow down then shut off.
“Man Friday,” she gasped. “Off!”
“Invalid command,” he responded.
“What the fuck?” she bellowed and shoved at him, but he was an immovable force.
“You’re mine, Prysm,” he intoned. “Mine.”
Her eyes went wide as fear filled her, but she couldn’t think as he lowered her legs.
“Tell me you are mine,” he insisted.
She knew she was. He’d completely claimed her, rendering any other man impotent in comparison. “Yes,” she moaned, sensing the end of things as she knew them. “I’m yours.” Prysm lifted her hips into him, accepting her fate and wanting it. Her life had been boring and un-noteworthy, until now. After this, there would be stories to tell of the woman who had been possessed by her bot.
As his mouth covered hers, she could hardly bring herself to care. The pleasure was too much to fight.
* * * *
Exhausted, she curled into a ball in the center of her bed. Her entire body pulsed, her pussy aching, but in a completely satisfied way. What the hell had happened? Man Friday had gone berserk; that was for sure. And as much as she enjoyed him, she really couldn’t chance a repeat of what had just happened. Good heaven, she really would end up dead.
She’d just have to return him. Explaining her predicament however might prove embarrassing. How detailed did she have to be? Probably pretty graphic—she had used him, after all.
Sadly, she glanced over at the Orgasmatron. She didn’t want to return Man Friday. After everything she’d been through the past day, an emotional attachment had started to grow—
Crazy! He was a thing, not a person. But she felt bad returning him because he’d fucked her too well and said all the things she wanted to hear.
Crap, she was losing it. Crawling out of bed with a stifled moan, she grabbed her robe and headed for the living room. She had to get to her activities and not lay around all day, even if she was sexually exhausted. It was already mid-afternoon, and she’d yet to sit down and do any of her work.
After a detour to the bathroom and a quick shower, she headed to her office space dressed once again in her robe. She’d set up her work area in the corner of her living room, and it was
“time to make the doughnuts” so to speak. She plopped down into her desk chair and instantly regretted it. Her ass ached from the paddling last night, and her pussy protested the position—
frankly, it was protesting anything, though Prysm was pretty sure it would love being filled with Friday once more.
She ignored her wanton thoughts and plugged in a tape from a nearby doctor’s office then slipped on her headphones. She worked for several different offices and split up work by doctor—one per day. Today was a local oncologist, and she was thankful to do his transcription only once a week—sometimes his notes were so depressing. But it had to be done. For the next few hours, she lost herself in medical jargon, routine and dire diagnoses and patient correspondence.
Finally, when she’d typed until her fingers were sore, and she had made her quota for the day, she made a final save of her work then printed it for the doctor’s review or signature. While the printer ran, she hurried to the bedroom to get dressed.
She screeched when she ran full-force into Friday. The bot had moved to the doorway of the bedroom where he’d shut himself off again.
“You’re beginning to creep me out, mister,” she muttered, ducking around him to get her clothes. There was no way she was starting him up until she was putting him in the box to return to Vibe-com. Even then, she might figure out how to do it without activating him.
Thankfully, he didn’t react to her voice, and she was able to dress and sneak out with no incidents.
She took her time on her errands. After dropping off her work to the oncologist’s office, she stopped at the market to pick up a few non-perishables then visited her favorite café. After she’d dawdled through a piece of chocolate mousse pie that she definitely didn’t need, she resolutely climbed to her feet and went to pay her bill.
This was stupid. She couldn’t hide from her home because a sex bot waited there for her.
Who was the human here anyway? She wasn’t scared of him. She was scared of herself and her willpower—or lack thereof. She wasn’t so sure she could resist the lure of trying him again, even after what had happened.
And she was feeling pretty good now…
Don’t be a stupid twit, Prysm,
she chided herself.
This time could kill you.
Unfortunately, there was something addictive about Friday. Perhaps it was the anything goes sex without worrying about strings or what anyone might think. Except…
She couldn’t help it. She wanted strings. Having Friday would definitely be detrimental to that ever happening. What was she supposed to do when a guy came over? Hide the bot in a closet? Her closets weren’t that big.
Yeah, he was definitely going back.
Chapter Four
Prysm’s apartment was dark when she entered. She didn’t bother with the lights and headed for her bedroom. Friday still stood in her bedroom doorway.
“You’re getting shipped back tomorrow, buddy,” she announced as she ducked around him. Not bothering to remove her clothes, she climbed into bed. It was safer that way. He couldn’t come at her with that lethal cock if her pussy was safely inside her jeans.
Take that, Man Friday.
She rolled her eyes. What was her problem? He was only a machine. The Orgasmatron…
He’d certainly lived up to that name, but she was the mistress of this house, not him.
Her lips curled into a smile as she snuggled under the blankets, buried her head in the pillows and drifted off to sleep and dreams of human-like robots who didn’t take no for an answer when pleasuring their women.
* * * *
“Shh…” Friday’s voice murmured into the darkness. “Relax and cuddle.”
“No sex,” she muttered, liking the feel of his hard chest at her back.
“No sex,” he repeated. “Not yet.”
“Not ever, mister,” she replied, already halfway back to sleep. She’d enjoy the feel of his arms tonight and call for a UPS pickup tomorrow morning. Freaking shame.
She sighed. “Why’d you have to go and malfunction?”
“Why didn’t you read the whole instruction manual?” he countered.
“I was in a—hey!” She tried to turn, but his arms tightened around her.
“Stay still,” he ordered.
Her eyes went wide as she realized she was naked and that whoever held her most surely had hair on his body. She started to shake as she saw her Man Friday Orgasmatron’s shadowy form stationed at the doorway of her bedroom.
“Please let go of me,” she whispered.
“I won’t hurt you. I won’t do anything you don’t want,” he said.
The hard cock pressing to her ass, through his pants, belied that. Despite the fear racing through her, her nipples grew hard and her pussy dampened.
“I want you to leave,” she demanded.
“No, you don’t. You’re mine, Prysm. You told me so.”
“No!” she denied. “I told Friday.”
“Exactly.” He rolled her onto her back and loomed over her. Reaching out, he flipped on the light.
She shook her head, staring into familiar, brilliantly blue eyes. “No…” It was Friday, but not her Man Friday.
“I’m sorry about earlier,” he said. “I tried to control him, but you messed up his programming and there was nothing I could do. Before we sell more, I’ll have to see that’s fixed.”
“
I
screwed up his programming? I didn’t touch his…programming.” It was probably the only part of him she hadn’t touched.
Despite herself, she adjusted her position beneath him. It seemed perfectly natural to part her legs and let him settle between. By the time she’d realized what she’d done, it was too late.
He was pressed to her pussy though he didn’t try anything, but she had no doubt he felt how wet she was, even through his clothes.
His eyes closed, and he took a deep breath. When he stared down at her again, his arousal was bright in his gaze.
“You turned him off before he was finished. When you restarted him, he got stuck in a loop. He didn’t know when to stop fucking you.”
“So like a man…” she muttered. “Denied then crazy.” She wouldn’t admit the endless fucking had been a bit of a fantasy come true.
He ignored her ire. “I came to check on you. Your Man Friday is programmed to open the door for me.”
She shoved against his chest. “
Excuse me
? Get off me! Get out!”
“No. Not until we’re through here.”
“I’m through.”
He shifted against her, bringing her attention back to her sopping cunt. “I don’t think so.” His hand cupped her breast, his thumb brushing over the tip. Gently, he brushed his lips over hers. She couldn’t help herself. She responded, opening her mouth for more. Friday groaned and delved inside, his tongue lashing against hers in a way no bot could.
“You’ve intrigued me for years. I’ve read your reviews, seen what you signed up to test,” he admitted between kisses. “When you ordered your Man Friday, I linked into him.” She twisted her mouth away and suspiciously glared up at him. “Linked. In. How?”
“Sensors. A camera. A com link. Through the cranial hookups, I could control him and, um, feel…”
“It was
you
fucking me?” She squirmed from beneath him and scrambled from the bed.
“Man Friday On,” he quickly called. “Bot, code two-two-one-seven-nine-four.”
“Yes, Friday McCall.”
“Hold her,” Friday ordered the bot just as she tried to duck past. It grabbed her, turning her to face its master then wrapping its arms around her waist.
The real Friday climbed slowly from the bed and walked toward her. Her mouth watered at his naked chest, and she wondered if his cock rivaled Man Friday’s. Everything else about him did.
