Chapter 17: Brushing off the Scraps

Michelle groaned from her place down on her knees. Alexis was sitting on the edge of her bed, thighs tightly pressing to either side of Michelle’s face. Nails were buried in her hair, holding her so tight that there was no escape.

Escape was the last thing on Michelle’s mind as she obediently lost herself in Alexis’s pussy. Eyes closed, it was so much easier for the whole world to become Alexis’s taste and texture. Nothing else even needed to matter.

I desire… and I crave. Michelle moaned, reciting poems she remembered less from reading or hearing them recited so much as from them being lathed into her mind by rotating lights and vibrating toys between her legs. The plug was still buried in her ass, sparkling in all of the light that shined under her ass. You set me on fire…!

Alexis whimpered, her glasses askew on her face as her hips surged forward. Soft, pleading mewls followed, her hips shuddering forward with each one.

Besides her glasses, Alexis only wore a smart watch around her left wrist. Her hair was down, the slow gradient of black-to-blue cascading down along her naked back. Without any clothing in the way it was much easier to see how firm and taut her body was.

One look at her screamed that she was a runner who hit the gym more than just once a week.

The leather platform was folded against the wall, the lathe once again disassembled and tucked away in the gray duffle bag. The laptop sat closed, forgotten as Alexis glistened with sweat. Michelle was still naked, but she now wore a pair of gold-and-ruby teardrop earrings, a pair of deep red pumps, and a leather collar around her neck.

All of the accessories only served to make her look that much more naked.

“Told you… You’d… be fucking me…!” Alexis howled in passionate fury, pulling Michelle’s bed head that much harder. Michelle whined, but she didn’t stop. If anything, her tongue and lips only moved quicker, her passion and programming both urged on by the Alexis’s pleasure and her dominant grasp. “Fucking me… not caring that I’ve turned you into an infiltrating fuckbot… betraying all of your friends because it makes you so wet, because it’s your purpose now!”

Michelle clenched around the plug, nodding even as she continued to focus all of her energy, all of her ability to process on Alexis’s twitching pussy. Her tongue moved to the beat of Alexis’s heart, her lips shaking with moans that matched the pace of her own.

A servant of wile-weaving Aphrodite…!

Nearly on the edge herself, Michelle only wasn’t furiously masturbating because of a truth that the lathe carved into her as it sanded away her free-will: Her own pleasure didn’t matter. She existed to serve the Weavers. There was no greater pleasure than that, and keeping herself needy, keeping herself aroused, only served to make her that much more useful for the Weavers’ purposes.

She didn’t want to cum for her own relief unless it would serve them. She didn’t want to stop being needy and weak unless they had no further use for her.

Michelle wanted to obey, and nothing was more important than that.

“That’s… right… yes… right… f-fuck…!” Alexis squeezed Michelle as tight as she could, her eyes going wide behind her thick lenses as she did her best to hold her breath and make little to no sound at all. Her body shook, her lips trembled, and hot lust poured into Michelle’s waiting mouth.

Michelle continued to dutifully lick and suck. Her mind wasn’t silent, but there was little besides the words of the tenth muse. Her pussy dripped down onto the carpet below her. Her nipples throbbed from inside of the tight, weighted clamps squeezing them.

Releasing Michelle’s hair, Alexis rested a hand on her forehead and shoved the woman away with a hard, firm push. Not even whimpering, or gasping, merely flowing with the force of the carefully aimed motion Michelle landed smoothly onto her back. Her eyes fluttered, not able to fully open nor fall completely shut. Her whole body gyrated, and her thighs clenched without closing tightly enough around her pussy to offer any of the friction she craved.

Alexis laughed, fluttering her eyes with a moan as she fell back on the bed. “Ohhh… That was exactly what I needed this morning...!”

Michelle had no response, staring up at the blank, white ceiling.

What is beautiful is good… and who is good will soon be beautiful…

Her mental recitations were full of veneration and adoration. Each word was carefully formed in her thoughts, allowed no less than her complete respect. The words the lathe carved into her like a design along the leg of a chair were sacred truths. She savored each and every one, loving how they felt.

It wasn’t her room to interpret them, so each poem also came with the proper meaning for her to take away from it. Weaver values tingled between the folds of her mind, the effect of the lathe powerful enough that the shape of those folds may as well have been etched by the colors that twisted her vision around and around again until all she could do was twist and spin while feeling held in the air as though she were being spit roasted between a pair of Weavers’ strap-ons as their truth were branded into her most vulnerable places.

There was no tattoo of a flower directly above Michelle’s pussy, but there was one above Alexis’s.

“Mmm…” Alexis’s fingers roamed along that shape, her eyes fluttering as she stared at the mindless woman down on her back. “That all took a lot longer than I thought, and I should probably have you check in with your loved ones soon… Just to keep up appearances. Because what’s your purpose now, Michelle…?”

“My purpose is to obey my owner…!”

“And who…” Alexis stretched out her own bare foot, teasing the end of her big toe around Michelle’s clamped nipple. “is your owner?”

“A-aphrodite…! Th-the Weavers…! I-I must obey… I exist to obey… Michelle exists to serve… I’m just your… your… Fuckbot…!” Michelle nearly came as she arched up hard into Alexis’s toe. “I want to serve… I need to serve… I exist to serve…! In the crooks of your body, I find my religion!”

Alexis shuddered, moaning as she sucked on the tip of one of her own fingers. “Mmm… exquisite… Then before I get distracted…” She rose from the bed, still lightly twitching in pleasure as she grabbed up Michelle’s phone, holding down the power button until it flared to life. Once it was she tossed it down at Michelle, allowing herself a smile as it landed right atop one of those clamps. It fell back-first at least, sparing the screen. “Call your boyfriend. Make sure to apologize for being busy. Make sure he isn’t suspicious.”

“Y-yess… I obey…!” Michelle lifted her phone, beginning to tap through to her contacts. “I will make sure he isn’t suspicious… I will not jeopardize my role as an infiltrator fuckbot…”

“Oh, and while you do…?” Alexis put on the softest, sweetest smile that she could as she tugged up a pair of panties that were open in the front to perfectly frame her Weaver tattoo’s central insignia. “Masturbate. Don’t you dare moan while you do.”

“Yes, Alexis…! Masturbate… Don’t moan…” Michelle reached between her legs, stroking herself slowly as she brought the phone to the side of her face. “Shaun…! I’m so sorry about yesterday! Yes, I know that we had plans, but sometimes my friends being in pain means they need to come first. Can I make it up to you?”

Alexis watched with a grin as Michelle circled her own clit. Hips surged up, and her chest shook, but Michelle kept all of the arousal from her voice.

What a good fuckbot! Alexis sighed, a hand falling to her chest, now hidden away behind a simple, tan bra. The traditional way would have been quicker, especially on a girl with no understanding of Sapphistry, but if there’s more for me to do here than anticipated it makes sense that she would want me to have a more… long term agent working with me. As good as I am, I can’t cover enough ground on my own. I don’t know these women as well as they know each other.

It’s not like I’m offended. I’m serving the will of the Weavers.

Alexis smiled as she pulled down a dark green top with a dipping neckline. A ribbon laced back and forth over the sight of her breasts, concealing them while putting them on equal display. She stepped into a pair of tight black capri pants, and looked around for her shoes.

What isn’t to love about doing what you’ve trained to do—especially when it means making a lot of very sexy women cum so much?

“…Thanks..!” Michelle laughed, her fingers stroking tight, fast circles over the tip of her clit as her hips shook. “I’ll see you later, okay…? Love you, too…!” Michelle hung up, dropped the phone beside her head, and instantly the smile she’d been wearing dissolved into nothing. Without the emotions being useful for her task they were unloaded and filed away until she might need them later. “Shaun suspects nothing.

“I will need to find some time soon to perform some small, but thrilling sexual favors or he will begin to be suspicious.”

Alexis sighed and rolled her eyes. “I’m sure we can find some down time for you to spend doing… whatever men and women do together. I try not to think about it to much.” Frowning, Alexis picked up Michelle’s phone and tapped over to her messages. “Stop masturbating. I wouldn’t want you to accidentally cum… and get dressed. We’ll need to decide if it’s more useful and believable for me to be a classmate no one’s ever seen before, or someone from work… then imbed me into your life. Family, friends… that sort of thing.”

“Y-yess, Alexis…” Michelle’s hand fell away from her pussy, and she groaned as she writhed on the floor with fluttering eyes. “I… keep in close contact with my mother… Sister… Go to the same school with most of my friends… co-worker will be more believable… you won’t need to lie about work—none of us ever talk about my job… too depressing…”

“Perfect!” Laughing, Alexis watched as Michelle made her way over to her still-folded clothes and began tugging them into place. “Hmmm… on second thought? We should shower first. You smell too much like cum.”

Michelle mechanically stopped, her motions jerky as she tugged her clothing off and nodded. “Yes, Alexis. I will shower.”

She turned to move to the bathroom, giving Alexis a chance to stare at her back, her ass, and the back of her gorgeous legs. She wasn’t as tall as Alexis, or as fit, but there was plenty of arousal to be had watching her softness move. The hints of her breasts visible past her sides was delectable, even if they were hardly large enough to be dramatically displayed.

“Good fuckbot, Michelle.” Alexis ran fingers through her hair, holding it in front of her face for a moment as she pondered. “Braid… loose… tails…? A braid looks too serious, but twin tails looks too… frivolous…”

Michelle didn’t hear, already stepping into the water.

“Maybe looking a little serious isn’t too bad. I won’t be the one doing anything suspicious… so I don’t think it matters if I have everyone watching me closely.” Carefully Alexis began to recreate the hairstyle she’d been wearing when she met Michelle in the parking garage. Every motion of her hands was well-practiced and careful, a ritual she’d repeated so many times. “If they’re so distracted worrying about me they won’t see Michelle analyzing who will be the most useful for our purposes until they’re under me.”

A mirror hung from one of the walls, and Alexis smiled as she smoothed out a few loose strands that rose this way and that her otherwise calm and collected style. The dark blue in her hair helped, hinting at her less than traditionally professional nature while also seeming relatively mellow about it.

She tapped at her watch, nodding along with a sigh.

“Of course she’s coming here, too. Couldn’t just let me handle this, could you?” Alexis pouted. “Less fun for me, but more likely to mean a promotion, so…”

She shrugged, and tucked away the laptop inside of her backpack before looking around for anything else out of the ordinary.  Her eyes fell on the leather platform against the wall, and she frowned.

Using the lathe makes for very useful, effective fuckbots… but it sure is inconvenient sometimes.

Wiping off her glasses with a microfilm cloth, Alexis stared at her blurry gray eyes in the mirror. They weren’t terribly out of focus, but it was hard to see the finer details of her irises. Once her glasses were resting back on her nose, the light above the mirror appeared as a green reflection.

“Stand and face me, my love…” Alexis spoke reverently, her voice low and quiet as she faintly bowed her head. “And scatter the grace in your eyes…”

Two fingers pressed to Alexis’s lips, and then she pressed them to the pursed lips of her reflection. She winked at the mirror, and then quietly laughed as she moved to scroll through Michelle’s social media feeds while she waited for the girl to get out of her shower.

“Oh sweet, Euterpe is coming out with a new single today?! I thought she just put one out last month and we wouldn’t get any more until the new album in November… This is awesome!” Squeaking quietly, Alexis quickly tapped to find more. “I don’t know how she isn’t a much bigger deal… Now if only I could be sent to convert a woman like her but for all I know she’s a Labrys or a Nightingale… and the last thing I need to do is be in the middle of a political conflict.”

Alexis giggled to herself as she read all she could about the latest song release from her favorite artist, wholly unconcerned with the fuckbot soaping herself clean in the next room with blank, vacant eyes.