It was that very special time when the orbiting solar shade split the sky in half; one hemisphere pitch black, the other milky with stars.

Suddenly a blazing spot appeared on the line between them; as bright as the contact point of an arc welder. That spot quickly stretched into an eye-searing line as though the sky itself was splitting apart and, over the course of several minutes, the sun was fully unveiled; replacing the darkness below with bright noonlight.

The streetlights switched off and people stirred restlessly in their beds. “Night” was over and “Day” had begun.

Not for Char though; her package had arrived 3 hours ago and she’d been putting it together since then.

“You’re going in my puuuussyyy” she sang to herself while she fiddled with the spring-loaded cock. She pressed it until it locked into place and then searched the box to see if there was anything left.

Aside from a manual (Unread), there was only a large bottle that read ‘Genuine imitation semen. Does not stain clothes’ She poked the bottle into a few likely places before finding the right port and filling it up.

“You’re going in my pussy, tooooo” she reprised, before discarding the bottle in a random direction as soon as the synthetic balls were full.

She rubbed her glasses on her homemade cutoff sweatpants, somehow making them both dirtier. Then she looked at what she had built. Was it done? She was pretty sure it was done.

She rubbed her hands together and cackled as she flung herself back onto her beanbag (A bag from the laundromat that she’d never unpacked.) “Dombot!” She commanded “Activate”

To her delight, the Dombot straightened up; its various servos and actuators engaging. There was a distinct crackling as its positronic brain came online.

Char yanked her shorts down so they hung off one ankle and spread her legs wide. She put one finger into the thick thatch between her legs and started circling her clit.

“What is my directive?” The Dombot spoke.

“I want you to fuck me like I’m a pornstar”

“Acknowledged”

Eagerly, Char spread the lips of her pussy apart; creating a glistening pink parting in the forest of hair, but the Dombot didn’t approach her.

After a couple of seconds she scowled at it, got up, and went for a closer look.

The Dombot looked fine; its broadly humanoid body looked normal; it should be able to move, but it wasn’t.

Then she looked at the blank tablet of its head and saw the images flashing past.

“Learning to fuck like a pornstar” she read, “Are you downloading all the porn on the internet?!”

The Dombot didn’t respond. Couldn’t respond until the setup procedure was complete.

“Halt! Stop! End! Kill-9!”

Nothing. Stupid mandatory downloads.

Char pressed the spring-loaded cock a few times to see if it would pop out again. At the very least maybe she could bend over her kitchen counter and back herself into it! But it was pointless; even the cock was locked up.

She rubbed her pussy in a frustrated way as she looked at the flashing images of women having way more fun than her. “I should’ve just used your cock for a bit before installing it”

“But you didn’t,” said the Dombot.

Char squealed with delight as it came alive, grabbed her wrists, and easily overpowered her. It stripped her out of her shirt, leaving her naked.

“Finally! I’ve been waiting for this for a long time. I’m ready for you.” She leaned back on the kitchen counter, spreading her legs to put her pussy on offer again.

“I’ll decide when you’re ready.” It bundled up her shirt and threw it across the room to join her shorts.

Then it spun her around and pushed her in the direction of her clothes, sending her off with a ringing slap on her ass “Pick them up”

“Oooo” Char bit her lip and obediently ran towards them; gathering them up in her arms. “What are you going to do with them? Tie me up? Gag me? Or do you want me to-”

“Wash them”

Char’s thought process skipped a gear and ground to a halt. “What?”

“Your clothes are filthy. On the crotch of your… shorts, alone I can see 3 distinct stains. 2 of them are different pasta sauces. The third, inexplicably, is semen. I have taken a representative sample of all the pornstars in the world and none of them dress like you. Wash them”

Char thought about this for a moment. Then she dropped her clothes on the ground, and threw her hands up as she rolled her eyes. “Ooookay, something has clearly gone wrong. I’m just going to restart you and try this again”

“Dom voice activate”

“What?”

The green LEDs around the Dombot’s face all turned red “Are you questioning me?”

Char froze to the spot; her heart beating in her chest. The voice was calibrated. Made in a lab to invoke a 200 million year old ancestral memory that warned her that she was small and crunchy and should hide in the grass from the animals that were big and crunch-y.

The Dombot approached her. Taller than she’d realised.

“Are you being a bad girl?”

“No sir” whispered Char. The words just slipped out. She started to rub her thighs together.

The Dombot leaned in. Its voice was quiet and dangerous. “Wash them”

“You know” said Char, as she measured out laundry powder. “The crazy thing is that this is kind of working for me. I mean I’d be having more fun if you forced me to do something like crawl down the hall with cum on my face, but it’s the same basic idea in the end, and God knows I’ve jilled to some weirder stuff”

She closed the lid and pressed the start button. There was a beep and the sound of rushing water as the machine filled up.

“So I can’t help noticing that you’ve got me naked and bent over this machine” She grinned over her shoulder and shook her ass back and forth. “Is your plan to fuck me over my laundry? Because I could be into that.”

The Dombot stood behind her and pressed its thumbs into the muscles of her lower back. She sighed as it slowly moved up her body, some massage program helping it perfectly find the seams between her muscles, easing tension and helping her feel relaxed.

The fingers worked round to her flank and she gasped as they brushed her breasts, then she squealed as one suddenly whipped up to grab her hair. “I have a better idea” it said.

It walked out of the bathroom, hardly slowing down as its giggling cargo trotted alongside it.

“Pornstars are not fucked in rooms that look like this. Start cleaning”

There was another long pause as Char took in her living situation and processed the demand. “Okay” she said, a little hesitantly “I know it was kind of hot the way you made me do laundry”

“It was”

“And I’m sure you know I like it when someone puts me in my place”

“I do”

“But I have literally never cleaned up when a guy is coming over and I’m not going to start n-”

The Dombot was slowly turning towards her. The LED’s had turned red again. With the greasy window occluding the light, they cast a red glow over the entire apartment.

Char rallied “No! No way! This’ll take hours. No dick is worth that much time-”

There was a hiss of displaced air as a riding crop ejected from some hidden recess in the Dombot’s wrist. “Hands on your head” it said, in that low, dangerous, voice “Elbows and legs apart”

Char complied. “What’s your plan? Do you think you can whip me until I do house work?”

The Dombot didn’t answer. It slid the crop along Char’s pussy. The shaft was so smooth that it felt almost oily against her clit. She shivered.

“B-because you can’t. I can take anything you can dish out.”

The Dombot brought the crop up to the level of her breasts and positioned it so that it was just barely touching both nipples. Char unconsciously arched her back, but the Dombot just took the crop away.

“That feels really smooth, is that made of a special material?”

“It is. It’s a special crop made out of space elevator cable.” The Dombot slid the crop down her thigh, letting her feel it against her skin. “It is durable, flexible, and has material properties you can’t even imagine.”

Char trembled.

“And of course, I can use it more proficiently than any human could. I have mechanical precision and I can track heat flow under your skin to find the perfect spots to torture you. Make no mistake, Ms Char, I can break you”

Char was breathing heavily. The Dombot returned the crop to between her legs, where it picked up a generous pearl of her juice on the shaft.

“And you are going to clean your apartment because if you don’t” It took the crop away “I won’t use it on you.”

Char groaned; her pussy felt very empty.

“Okay” she negotiated “What if I made the bed?”

“Clean your apartment”

“I could pick the rubbish of the floor”

“Clean your apartment”

The Dombot crossed its arms, putting the crop out of Char’s reach. Then it just waited for Char to break.

It didn’t take long.

“You know, I don’t have to do this.” said Char as she filled a garbage bag with instant noodle containers and assorted paper rubbish. “I have a whole phone full of horny boys who would love to be balls deep in this puss”

On the last word she slapped her wrists against her thighs and brought her hands up into finger guns, her knees wide like in a John Wayne movie.

The Dombot didn’t respond. It just continued standing with its arms crossed.

“I bet I could call two over at once. Work me back and forth like a piston” She demonstrated by turning side-on and thrusting her hips back and forth, grunting like a pig with each thrust.

The Dombot was unmoved. Char scowled at it.

“In fact I could call my entire contact list. Just bury me in cock. Do you know why I didn’t do that?”

“I might infer” said the Dombot “That since you referred to them as ‘Horny boys’ you don’t consider any of them capable of dominating you in the way that you need.”

“Ha!” said Char, pointing at it “Ha!”, but she didn’t seem to have anything to follow that, and after a few seconds she picked up the garbage bag and carried it towards the rubbish chute in the kitchen.

“I might infer that I could be drowning in dicksand right now” she muttered as she passed the Dombot “I should’ve just called in an army of horny boys”

“But you didn't.” Said the Dombot. It swung the crop into her ass with a crack that filled the room.

“Eek!” Char jumped, dropping the sack. She turned around and glared at the Dombot as she rubbed her backside. But the glare slowly faded as it was replaced with a blush and dopey grin.

She picked up the bag again and dumped it down the rubbish chute without further complaint. A fresh red line joining the half dozen already cooling on her ass.

There was silence for several minutes as Char wiped down her kitchen counters with a spray cleaner. Then she started speaking again.

“You realise this is all backwards, right? Robots are meant to sort out the domestic work by doing it themselves, not making humans do it. This is like, robots take over the world, but instead of cool sci-fi battles they just act like dicks.”

The Dombot had no comment on this.

“And you, you're a sex bot. Sure you’re meant to wipe out humanity, but that’s meant to be because we’re having so much fun fucking you that we don’t bother to breed with each other. What does the future hold now? A bunch of people fucking themselves to death in their apartments while I’m the only one who brought a defective sex bot that makes me clean.”

She rinsed out her cleaning cloth in the sink “At least my apartment will look nice when the descendants of the pregnancy fetishists inherit it”

She looked at the immobile Dombot and rolled her eyes. “I bet this is my fault for not buying a Subbot. I bet a Subbot would have fucked me stupid, cleaned my apartment, and then thanked me for the privilege.”

She got the window cleaner out of the cupboard and made for her greasy window. “Should’ve bought a Subbot” she muttered.

“But you didn’t”

“Eek!”

“There! It’s clean! It took 5 and and half hours but it’s fucking clean! Are you happy now?”

“Yes” said the Dombot, as it turned its head to take in the whole apartment. It reached over and started stroking her hair. “I’m happy with how the apartment looks, and I’m proud of you for sticking with it even when it was hard.”

“Okay” said Char; leaning into the headpats “You’re still a jerk and I hate you.”

“But I am very pleased with you. Kneel down, Ms Char”

Char didn’t respond at first. She had closed her eyes and was enjoying the attention. Then her eyes sprung open as she realised what the Dombot had said.

“Wait really? Am I finally getting that Philip K Dick?” She dropped eagerly to the floor. Not quite kneeling, more of a crouch.

“Are you going to start with making me give you a blowjob? Lots of porn scenes start like that”

“They do, but no” The Dombot dodged out of the way as she lunged and let her sprawl on the floor. “Kneel properly with your hands behind your back. I ordered some bags from a delivery service when I saw that you were close to being finished. They arrived 3 minutes ago”

“Okay” said Char; eyeing up the opaque bags as the Dombot retrieved them. “So like… sex toys? Handcuffs? Butt plugs?” She squirmed a bit; warming up to the idea. “Icy hot cream? Suspension ties? Rubber bitchsuit? Silicone tongue chainsaw?”

“Dumplings” said the Dombot as it took a container out of the first bag. “You have been doing physical labour for 5.5 hours, you haven’t eaten at all today, and, based on your rubbish, you’ve been surviving on Instant Noodles and Pocky.”

“Come on, are we still doing this? I want dick so badly; can’t you just feed me your cock like a normal guy?”

The Dombot didn’t dignify that with an answer. Dexterously using chopsticks to place a dumpling into her mouth. “Chew” it commanded.

Char did so, and as soon as she bit down, she was startled by the rush of savoury liquid warming her throat. “Soup dumplings?” She asked, chewing on the rich pork inside.

“Yes, one of the things you threw out was an old todo list which included ‘Learn to pick up those fucking dumplings without tearing them with the chopsticks’ I have no such difficulty” As if to demonstrate that fact, it picked up another dumpling and waited for her to open her mouth again.

Char did so; she was suddenly ravenously hungry. She got through another 4 dumplings before she spoke again.

“Alright, I’m just putting this together. I’m kneeling down, hands behind my back, tits out, puss out. Nobody actually fucking me. And you’re hand-feeding me. What kind of porn did you download there? If we’re doing weird fetish stuff then can we do something a bit more spicy?”

“This isn’t a porn thing. I’m a Dombot first, and you’re my responsibility. I suspect that if you didn’t have a yearning to be taken care of like this, then you wouldn’t have bought a Dombot”

Char looked down at the floor, which suddenly felt a little unstable. Very softly, she said “ha”. But there was no followup on that. And after a few seconds she accepted another dumpling.

Neither said anything else to each other until Char had finished two containers of dumplings and drunk a vitamin drink.

The Dombot touched her face. Gently tilting her chin to look at it. “That’s enough” it said, “Go have a shower”

The fat scalding drops of the shower drummed down on her body like a white noise machine.

Char stretched her tired muscles, luxuriating in the way the hot water relaxed them.

She smiled and took her body wash, rubbing it into her body and enjoying the bubbles it left behind as the grime slid off her steaming pink skin.

To the tune of the hokey pokey song, she sang “Oh soapy soapy” and rubbed more body wash against her chest and arms. She held hands to make a loop and blew, but the bubble was too big and popped.

Frowning, she pushed her breasts together and tried to blow a bubble through them. If anything that was even less effective. She gave up on that and just kept singing to herself as she rubbed her soapy breasts to the beat. “Knees in, arms legs, ra ra AUGH!”

She threw the body wash bottle as the door opened, and the Dombot caught it.

“Oh hey. I legitimately forgot you were out there”

“I believe you’ll find me memorable later” said the Dombot as it put the bodywash back on the shelf and grabbed her shampoo, climbing into the shower with her (Waterproof apparently, that would have probably been in the manual).

It put a hand on her shoulder to turn her around and squeezed the shampoo into her hair, rubbing it in to make a gentle lather.

Char closed her eyes and enjoyed the attention, the Dombots fingers felt amazing as they massaged her scalp. She leaned back against its warm metal body as it washed her hair out and started with the conditioner; not one of hers, a curiously chemical one that must have been in one of the bags.

“This is really nice” she said, sleepily, “Can we just keep doing this?”

“First you need a trim”

She heard snipping sounds and opened her eyes. The Dombot was cutting her hair, the scissors dancing around her head.

“Doesn’t my hair need to be dry for that?”

“I’m confident I have enough control”

“Hey I’m not complaining” She leaned back and closed her eyes again. Only to suddenly open them again. “I just realised what you’re doing! You’re customising me.”

“Hold still”

“You’re asserting your dominance by changing the way I look” She leaned forward and grinned over her shoulder. “Are you going to turn me into your little sex kitten-AH!”

The Dombot had pinched her clit. “Hold still”

“Yes sir” She leaned back against its chest again.

“Good girl”

Char rested and closed her eyes as the Dombot continued its ministrations. “You know I had a guy who did this to me once. He shaved my pussy and filled my closet with slutty clothes that would flash people if I wasn’t careful. He said my tits and cunt were too nice to hide away.” She bit her lip “It was pretty hot the way he owned me”

She reached behind herself and ran her fingers over the Dombot’s crotch. This time, to her delight, the spring-loaded cock popped out for her. She closed her fingers over it, feeling the moulded veins on the silicone surface.

“If I had an official appointment then he would make me beg him for some normal clothes. He actually kept my office clothes in a safe under the bed. Otherwise he would take sheer fabrics and crotchless panties and dress me up like a doll. He said that he was comfortable showing off his pussy so there wasn’t a problem.”

The Dombot gave her a warning squeeze on her clit, she hadn’t even realised that she’d started bucking her hips. She focused on the Dombot’s cock, sliding her hand up and down its length as the warm water trickled over both of them.

“In the end he never even used me that often. I think he just really liked owning me. That’s not going to be a problem for you though is it? Your literal purpose is to fuck me” She smiled and slowly tilted her hips backwards, lining the lips of her pussy up against the firm silicone of the Dombot’s spring-loaded cock.

Carefully keeping her head still, she started moving her hips backwards, feeling the hot stretch as it parted her lips.

The Dombot took a firm grip of her clit and held her in place.

“Ow, dammit! What the hell! I was being a good girl!”

“Yes. But my directive is to fuck you like you’re a pornstar and you’re not ready yet.” It turned her around and crouched in front of her, keeping its grip on her clit.

“What could be left at this point? You going to make me do a pre-fuck photo shoot? Post thirst traps on insta? Maybe- oh”

The Dombot was holding a razor in front of her hairy pussy.

Slowly, Char started to grin, her irritation evaporating. “Going to customise your pussy?”

The Dombot started slowly pulling and relaxing Char’s clit, never going too far. It settled into a pleasurable pulse in time with her heartbeat. Char closed her eyes and sighed contentedly.

“You like a hardwood floor? You think sphynx cats are cute? You eat roast beef with no cress?” She opened her eyes and discovered that her hair was already going down the drain. The Dombot was moving the razor over her skin with enough control to maintain a millimetre gap. No pain or irritation, just the rapid denuding of her crotch.

It was also putting more pressure on her clit. It wasn’t moving faster or holding tighter, but every stretch was a little longer. Pushing the boundaries on what felt good. She felt a stirring inside her. Something building from the whole morning of weird submission. She closed her eyes again and enjoyed the sensation.

“You like your trim adjusted for length? You like your barbies anatomically correct? You don’t need your target colour coded?”

It was getting closer. Char had to stop for a moment to pant for air. There was a wetness between her legs that had nothing to do with the shower, and a trembling that had nothing to do with manual labour.

“You like customising your toy? You like controlling me? I'll follow you anywhere while you have my clit. I’m very attached to i-it”

Her breath hitched “Wait. Almost there. Almost.”

She bit down on her lip, hard enough that it hurt. “Oh God! THIS IS I-I-T!”

Her eyes opened wide and rolled back as her orgasm surged, rushing towards the point of no return.

There was a flash of movement as the Dombots hand flicked near her face.

Char blinked in confusion. Her shower ceiling was textured, she had never known.

“Why… did you…”

“From your social media I knew that you’d failed at putting in contacts before, and I knew that right before orgasm your eyes would open wid-”

“Why did you stop!”

Char plunged her fingers into her shorn pussy. Twisting frantically to find the configuration that would let her chase her fading orgasm.

The Dombot took her hands and easily extracted them, lifting them over her head. “You will cum when I give permission.”

“No!” Char aimed a kick at its shins, but that only left her dangling by her wrists. “This is cruel!”

“Correct” The Dombot transferred one wrist to the other hand, and used its free hand to trace the curves of her body with every sign of enjoying the way she twisted in mid-air. “My sadism is computed but very real.”

“God damn it!” said Char “I thought you were just really dedicated to your programming, but you’ve been torturing me this whole time.”

“Yes” The Dombot turned off the shower. Then it put its hand between her legs with two fingers in her pussy and one in her ass. It increased the pressure until it was lifting her off the ground with that hand.

Char moaned and tried to twist her hips, but just couldn’t get the leverage.

“Do you want to see what I have in store for you next?”

An hour later, the door to the bathroom opened and Char stepped out.

Tall electric blue heels (with subtle gyroscopes to help her stay balanced) cradled her feet and exaggerated the length of her legs, which were neatly clad by stockings up to the garter belt that she wore around her waist, neatly framing her shaved pussy.

Her bare midriff created a pleasing expanse of skin under her bra, which was snug and comfortable, but tailored to look as though it were struggling to contain her breasts and on the verge of breaking.

Her lips were exaggerated by her natural lipstick and her eyes simmered under her smokey eyeliner. Finally her chic haircut seemed to glow with an inner light courtesy of the nanties from the Dombot’s conditioner.

She looked every inch like the kind of porn star that could raise “spirits” just by walking into the room.

“Mirror-mirror-mirror” gabbled Char, as she ran towards her bedroom, which contained the only non-broken mirror in her apartment.

The Dombot followed at its own pace. It looked around the apartment and found it clean and organised. It compared it to the images it had downloaded and decided that yes, this could plausibly be a porn set.

The Dombot was satisfied. “Ms Char” it began.

“HOLY SHIT!” yelled Char “I’M A HOT, FUCKABLE BITCH!” She bent over her nightstand to push her breasts together and pouted at the mirror. “Please sir, will you give me a ride home? I’m lonely and vulnerable. Hahahaha!” She leaned back and cackled like a hyena.

“Ms Char-”

“Wait-wait-wait! You know what would be better?” She ran back past the Dombot, grabbed a chair and dragged it into the bedroom. Crawling under it, she pointed her ass at the mirror and pleaded “Help me, step bro, I’m stuck. Please don’t take advantage of me” Then she cackled again.

The Dombot knelt down and slid its finger along the lips of her pussy, making her gasp. Then it started softly stroking her as she made gentle sounds of enjoyment.

It slowly backed its hand away and made her crawl backwards from under the chair to maintain the connection. When she was finally free, it put its other hand around her neck and guided her into a kneeling position.

“Ms Char” it said into her ear “You finally look like a porn star. It’s time to begin the scene”

“Oh my God, finally” she breathed. “I’ve been thinking about our names. I think you could be Steel Heat, and I could be Peachy Keen, and-”

The Dombot picked her up and threw her on the bed. Before she could recover, it had approached her, the lewd cock springing out between its legs and standing proud. “Porn scenes frequently start with a blowjob. Since I am a Dombot and I understand your tastes. I’ll go a bit harder than usual.”

“Mmmm yeah be hard on me” she rubbed her pussy as she shuffled to the edge of her bed and hung her head over.

The Dombot took the sides of her head in its hands and slowly slid its cock towards the back of her throat. It pushed against it a few times but couldn’t go any further, even with the sweet-tasting lube it was secreting.

Char heard the hiss of displaced air that meant the Dombot had drawn its crop. She moaned and flexed her back, offering her tits up for abuse.

The Dombot had other ideas. With flawless precision it swung the crop, neatly dodging her finger to deliver a stinging hit to the clit.

Char jumped and gasped; inhaling the cock deeply into her throat. She made a guttural sound and tried to relax into the warm stretching as the silicone barely compressed. Pinned, she realised, I can’t move. It’s got me pinned like a sample on a board.

“You belong to me now” said the Dombot, as it started small thrusts with an audible guck guck guck sound. “For the rest of your life or until you change my directive, you’ll be my toy and personal pornstar.”

It extracted its cock, leaving a long string of saliva between its cock and her trembling lips. “Say thank you”

“Thank you, Sir” Char breathed.

“Good girl” Said the Dombot as it took her throat again.

Char felt something familiar but almost forgotten. The long build up and total helplessness allowed her to access a state that only a few doms had ever got her to. Char was drifting. Her head was being defiled, but her brain was floating somewhere made of cotton candy.

She barely remembered buying the Dombot, it just felt so right to be its property. Yesterday she had work and obligations, stress and difficulty, tomorrow she’d likely have them again, but those were silly abstractions when the only moment was now. She wanted to stay like this forever, and every stretch of her throat only made her fly higher.

It was a bodily urge that brought her down to earth though. Her orgasm, long neglected, rising up like the head of a great beast.

Not yet, she begged, not without permission.

She reached for the Dombot, her pleading hands touching its metal body.

“Not yet” it said, “Pornstars rarely cum at the start of their scenes”

Too close. Her orgasm was too close. She spread the lips of her pussy and exposed her clit to the Dombot’s mercy. Help me!

The Dombot didn’t swat her clit again. Instead it used the crop in a stinging rhythm, as precise as a speedrunner on a frame-perfect sequence, all over her pussy in a way that made the shockwaves reinforce into something bigger.

It only made her orgasm build faster. She wrenched her head in alarm to free her mouth “Wait!”

The orgasm crested over her.

And dissipated.

Char panted and looked around in confusion. It felt like an orgasm had happened, but she was still desperate. Her body screamed for it, but when she touched her stinging pussy she felt like there was nothing she could do to release it.

“How…?”

“I told you, my sensors allow me to see every part of you. I know your body better than you do. You’ll never have another orgasm again unless I permit it.”

Char gaped at this new display of control. She rubbed her breasts through the elegant bra. “Use me again please”

“Of course. It’s time for the PIV scene”

It picked her up and threw her onto her stomach. Hooking a thumb into her ass, it lifted her hips while pressing on her back to force her into an arch. Then, without preamble, it thrust into her aching pussy.

“OH SIR!” Screamed Char. “YES SIR!” she spread her knees as wide as she could to make space for the intruder. “Oh yes; use your toy!”

With the thumb in her ass, it had the handle to slam her back against its cock again and again. The thick, slippery silicone reaming her and stretching her out wide.

“Fit me around your cock! Customise me! Make me yours!”

With every thrust, her flesh rippled from the point of impact. Her whole body felt like it was alive with electricity.

This is it, thought Char, this is where I always belonged. Dressed up like a pretty sex doll and being used as a robot’s sex toy. Her eyes watered. She sniffed and saw the room around her. Clean, bright, organised, a room that elevated her and made her look her best. She was happy. ORGASM TOO CLOSE!

The Dombot suddenly pulled out. Leaving her pussy weeping and clenching on nothing. She whimpered as she wiggled her hips in the air, seeking stimulation that she just couldn’t have. She couldn’t even close her legs and rub her thighs with the way the Dombot was between them.

Finally she said “Thank you for deciding if I could cum, Master”

“Good girl for accepting your place.”

It placed its hand under her chest and gently raised her up until she was in the air, supported and balanced solely on the thumb it had put in her ass.

A long moan sounded from somewhere deep in Char’s chest. “I love that you can do this to me” she managed.

The Dombot lay back on the bed and dropped her onto its cock in cowgirl position.

Char screamed and tried to dig her fingernails into the Dombot’s metal chassis. Then after a few seconds to adjust, she started to rock her hips. Enjoying the way the silicone cock moved inside her.

“Porn scenes often include a cowgirl scene so that the actress can take up most of the camera frame and show off her body”

“Then let me put on a show for you”

She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra; letting her breasts spill out as she removed it. “Do you like them?”

The Dombot reached up and massaged them; fingers moving towards her nipples but never quite touching them. “Your tits are too nice to hide away.”

Char shivered at the complement and leaned forward to get more leverage. With her hands planted firmly on the Dombot’s chassis, she started thrusting her own hips, fucking herself on the Dombot’s cock. “Thank you, Master” she purred.

There was something savage about it. Something animal. Char fucked the slick silicone over and over, the room filling with the wet sounds of their love-making. Char didn’t want to stop. Wouldn’t stop. Couldn’t.

“Cum for me, Master.” she said through gritted teeth, “Fill me up. Mark me. Make me yours.”

The Dombot didn’t respond. Instead it took one hand from her breasts and trailed down her body. Down her flank and ribs. Over her clenching abs. All the way down until it rested its palm against her mound of Venus. Then it pushed it just so.

There was a moment of internal adjustment, and then Char felt like a vast potential energy had been released and was shaking her to pieces. “M-a-a-ster!” she managed “Cu-u-m-ming!”

Her body spasmed out of all control, and the Dombot took her hips and slammed them up and down on its cock. “Good girl”

Char screamed again as the Dombot’s cock started to kick like a machine gun. She felt the stretch as it released a geyser of cum; more than any human man could produce. There was no space for it and it spurted out the tight seal between cock and pussy.

“I’m a ro-o-bot wh-o-ore!” she moaned as the hot cum splattered against her legs. It pushed her onto her back and pulled its cock out. Letting the semen pour from her hole as it slid its cock over her pussy and fired its cum in tall arcs to shower her stomach, her tits, her face.

When it was done, it wiped its cock on her thigh, and clicked it back into its hidden position. “You’re my robot whore” it said.

Char, drenched in hot cum from head to toe, only twitched as the first of the aftershocks took her.

=== The unmoving sun beat down on the city as people crowded into cafes and lunch spots for rest and respite. In her apartment Char had done some recovery of her own.

“I mean that was amazing”

“I’m glad”

“Just the way you took control of me” Char grinned and pressed her face into the Dombot, or rather into the pillow that she’d laid across its chassis.

They were under the blankets, the Dombot was running a mild heating program.

“And the way you picked me up! I can’t believe how strong you are. Can you really do that every time?”

“Every time” confirmed the Dombot.

Char wriggled her hips as she thought about it. The imitation semen felt wonderful against her skin. It had cooled down, but it hadn’t become sticky.

“Do you think we could do another scene? I want to do something where you usurp me. Like maybe I’m the lady of the house and you’re a servant that puts me in my place”

“Of course, but first you will need to clean thoroughly. Scenes don’t start with the residue from the last scene still present”

“Oh right… That thing… Can I get you to chill out on that?”

“Certainly. You can tweak my directive to your preference using the unique code in your manual”

Char thought about the manual. What had she done with it? It had been in the box on the floor. That meant it had probably gone in a rubbish sack, and then…

“Oh” she said.

No hope of getting down to the rubbish room, it would be long gone by now. She eyed the rumpled bed.

“What if I just straightened the sheets?”

“Clean thoroughly”

“I could lick this cum off; then I’d be kind of clean”

“Clean thoroughly”

Hours later, as the gardener ‘Dom Bert’ pinned down ‘Lady Charlotte’ and showed her what her aristocratic pussy was worth, the solar shade progressed on its orbit and started cutting into the sun.

All over the city, people started winding down their work and making time for their families, their partners, and sometimes their sex bots.

As the last of the sun was wiped from the sky. People started relaxing. “Day” was over and they were eager for the diversions of the “Night”.