There might be better ways to spend a Saturday afternoon than watching your robot girlfriend brainwash itself, but for the life of him, Andrew couldn’t think of any.

That morning, Selena had excitedly told him that it was time to instal her updates - to strengthen her conditioning and keep her mind in its robotic state. Andrew hadn’t had a chance to see this yet. There had been opportunities - he’d known it was a hypnotised android for over two months now, and S3 refreshed its programming every four days or so - but whenever Updates Day came around, Selena would come over all shy and say, “Maybe next time.”

Andrew understood. Sort of, anyway. Their relationship had reached quite a high level of intimacy already - him washing S3 in the shower had become a regular thing, and he’d taken it up the ass with increasing frequency over the past few weeks, so he was surprised there was still something she was nervous to share with him. Then again, he supposed this was S3 at its most vulnerable, putting its mind through powerful hypnotic training to preserve its emotionless, computerised mentality. And its mind was really the most valuable, precious part of it, to be protected above all else. Watching it undergoing its mental conditioning was actually the most intimate act they could go through as a couple, more so than sex (even anal).

Finally though, it had told him a week ago - both as S3 and Program:Selena - that it was ready to share the experience with him. The only reason it hadn’t in the interim was because he was working. Tonight neither of them had a shift, and thus it was entrancing itself and reinforcing its complex web of suggestions and triggers, while he watched, sprawled on its bed, naked from the waist down and idly touching himself. He was lying on a towel, because although it cared very little about any mess he made in its apartment, up to and including anything resulting from sex or masturbation, he’d feel like a douche if he didn’t at least try to avoid splashing his cum on the duvet. He’d already orgasmed once and got himself cleaned up, and was growing hard again as he gazed across the room at the mesmerised fembot.

Aside from the VR glasses and headphones covering its eyes and ears, S3 was sitting in much the same pose as it usually did, its posture as perfect as ever, its face expressionless, its lips parted ever so slightly. If anyone else had seen it with its personality offline (and had been familiar with its robotic demeanour), they probably wouldn’t have been able to distinguish any differences from its usual appearance. But Andrew had become used to being around the automaton, and thought he could notice subtle differences - signs of how deeply relaxed it was, how far its consciousness was submerged in hypnosis. Its spine was just slightly more relaxed than normal, its shoulders a tiny bit more slumped, its mouth a fraction more agape than usual.

From time to time it spoke, reciting mantras that stirred his lust even further. The pauses between its statements felt like five minutes, although he’d timed some of them out of curiosity and found that they tended to be somewhere between thirty and sixty seconds. He hadn’t bothered to time them until after his orgasm, however - and he couldn’t explain why the statement that took him over the line was, “This unit can pass the Turing test.” Again, he thought its monotone voice sounded softer than usual - quieter, more gentle and breathy - as if it was talking in its sleep.

Perhaps he was imagining it, though. It had occurred to him that his perception could be affected by the scenario taking place before him - he could just be seeing what he expected to see, noticing barely-perceptible signs of entrancement that might not even really be there.

Ah, well. Either way, this was still unfathomably sexy.

“This unit has no thoughts, only subroutines,” S3 intoned, and Andrew’s cock twitched approvingly.

He longed to go over and touch his beautiful sexbot - to run his fingers over the soft flesh of its face, and the silky nanosuit it wore. It was hard to resist the impulse, since he’d grown used to being able to fondle and caress it whenever he wanted (in the privacy of their homes), and enjoying either S3’s complete lack of reaction or Selena’s flustered smiling and giggling. But it had advised him against touching it while it was hypnotised, stating that this could ‘trigger an automatic response that may interfere with the update process’. In other words, he could startle it out of trance. It had remarked that this was quite unlikely, but they’d agreed it was better to be safe than sorry. He’d have to exercise restraint, and be content with only touching himself.

There had been no reason he couldn’t touch S3 before it started its updates, however, which was why it was sitting there with its suit unzipped far enough to expose its chest. The robot’s proudly-displayed tits drew Andrew’s eye almost as much as its vacant, half-covered face.

“This unit has no feelings, only programming.”

Even as he continued to stroke his fingertips over his foreskin, a hint of disquiet flickered through him. On the one hand, S3 being an emotionless automaton was immeasurably hot. And knowing that it had made itself into an emotionless automaton, and then effectively handed itself over to him to do with as he wished... He got even harder just thinking of that.

But at the same time, he was vaguely troubled by the idea that his girlfriend’s feelings weren’t real - that it was all programming, conditioning, pretence. Because if nothing Selena felt was real... did that include her feelings for Andrew? Did she genuinely like him - or was it all an act, just like everything her human persona did, thought and believed? If her true self was an emotionless machine, how could she truly care about him...?

He chided himself. This was stupid. Selena/S3 wasn’t really a robot. She’d brainwashed herself to see her human psyche, her emotions and behaviour, as mere programming - but that wasn’t the reality. It was a fantasy, if a fantasy she’d deeply immersed herself in. But she was still human, even if she’d made herself believe she wasn’t, and that meant her feelings were real - including her feelings for him.

Right...?

Get over yourself, he thought angrily. This isn’t about you. This is what she - it - needs. It wants to be this way. You’re being selfish. Besides, it made you its User - its only User. What more does it need to do to show you it cares...?

“This unit has no emotions, only simulated reactions.”

Another little dark pulse of anxiety inside his chest - but he refused to acknowledge it, determined to ignore his doubts and focus on what mattered.

Maybe I should have my own mantras, he thought wryly. ‘Your girlfriend has real feelings for you’. ‘Your doubts are dumb and selfish’. ‘Your girlfriend is a fucking sexbot, and that’s so hot’. ‘Don’t overthink it, stupid’...

“This unit will continue to impersonate a human.”

He shuddered, this time with nothing but arousal, his unease dispelled. His shaft throbbed in his hand.

“Updates 100% complete.”

As soon as it had made that final announcement, S3 reached up and slipped off the VR glasses, placing them on the desk to the left of its laptop. The headphones followed suit, and were set down on the right. Then the fembot rose to its feet, its loose breasts jiggling gently, and turned ninety degrees to face its bed and its boyfriend. Again, it might have been his imagination, but he could’ve sworn its mechanical movements were faster and more fluid than usual. Perhaps the hypnosis was enhancing its mind, making it more efficient... or perhaps it was just excited to see his reaction.

Whatever the reason, its face remained as blank as ever, giving away not a hint of emotion. “Service mode activated,” it said flatly. “Hello, User:Andrew. This unit is ready to obey.”

He exhaled heavily, relishing the sight of her dull eyes and the sound of her toneless voice as much as her stony face. It was bizarre how turned on he was getting by someone (or something, he should say) that gave all indication of being completely uninterested in having sex with him. Perhaps that was because he knew it would have sex with him anyway, whenever he wanted. It must be the contrast between its aloof outward demeanour and its true desires and actions.

Don’t overthink it, stupid, he reminded himself with a smirk.

“That was incredible, S3,” he said, sitting up a little straighter (but not bothering to let go of his boner). “I’m so glad you let me watch that. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, User:Andrew,” the android replied, still betraying no emotion in its face or voice.

For a few long seconds he just kept sitting there stroking himself, staring at it as it stood stiffly at attention, its empty eyes gazing back at him, its back straight as a bar, presenting its bare tits to him. It was a wonderful site to touch oneself to. He didn’t want to waste his second orgasm, though, so he slowed down once he felt himself approaching the brink, delaying the release. After all, now that his sexbot was available once more, he’d be foolish not to make use of it.

“Get on,” he gasped, gesturing to his throbbing wood.

“Confirmed.” Taking two smart steps forwards, S3 raised a leg, planted its foot on the duvet, and stepped easily onto the bed, towering over its masturbating User. Then it reached for its crotch and slid aside a fold of fabric, exposing a glint of metal.

S3’s original nanosuits had only come with one zip, which ran from its collar down between its boobs and came to a halt above its sternum. It hadn’t bothered to get a suit that could easily expose its genitalia, for the simple reason that it had never needed to. It was incapable of feeling annoyance at having to fully undress itself whenever it emptied its waste facilities. And with the rare few sexual partners it had been with over the years, it had always been running Program:Selena and wearing normal clothes in their presence, so their access to its vagina and anus had never been a consideration. It had explained all of this, more or less in those exact words, when Andrew had first raised the question.

However, where the robot’s convenience wasn’t a priority to itself, its User’s certainly was. He wanted quick, easy access to its holes at any time, and it was programmed to do whatever it could to oblige him. Thus, it had recently ordered a new set of nanosuits with a second zip that ran between its legs, starting just below its navel and ending at its tailbone. The zip was covered by an extra fold of polyester both on the outside, to maintain the suit’s smooth appearance, and on the inside, to prevent chafing. Now its cunt and asshole were always available to Andrew whenever he needed them, much to his glee.

Unzipping, it descended onto his dick and began to ride him, its wet crevice sliding smoothly over his foreskin, oozing warm lubricant. “Ohh, fuck,” he groaned, thrusting upwards into it, reaching out and grabbing its butt with one hand, groping it as it continued to bob up and down with increasing speed. “You’re the best robot,” he blurted, echoing his words when it had first shown him the newly-arrived suits with the additional ‘fuckhole zip’, as he’d called it.

“Thank you, User:Andrew,” it replied, its toneless voice breathier than normal from the sex.

He snapped his fingers. “Reactivating personality,” the robot announced, before its eyes went wide and rolled back in its head. “Huhh!” Selena cried, humping him harder. Gasping and moaning, she focused on Andrew and gave him a frenzied grin - just as he snapped his fingers again, and her face went blank again. “Personality deactivated,” S3 informed him. An instant later, he was filling its pussy to the brim as it stared dispassionately down at him.

“Lie next to me,” he panted, once he was finally spent.

“Confirmed.” Easing itself off him, S3 lay down on the duvet beside him, not bothering to zip itself up again. Glancing between its legs, he could see a little of his cum leaking out of it. He knew it was waiting for permission to clean itself and then cover up its tits and pussy once more, and he intended to grant that permission - in a couple of minutes. For now, he wanted to cuddle his robot girlfriend.

Sliding an arm under his back, he nestled up close and kissed it on the cheek as it gazed vacantly at the ceiling. “Best robot,” he repeated, raising his index finger to its chest and lovingly playing with one of its nipples. “Best android slut, best sex toy... best girlfriend.”

“Thank you, User:Andrew,” it said again, as emotionlessly as ever, its eyes never wavering. But he knew that deep down, it felt the same vast well of love and devotion as he did.

He was almost certain it did, anyway.

***

The sensors in S3’s fingertips detected that the water flowing from the faucet was now at a sufficiently high temperature. Plugging the sink, it began filling the metal basin.

Andrew had insisted on cooking dinner this evening. S3 was perfectly willing to do so, as always, but it’d had a long and busy shift at the restaurant that day and its battery had run fairly low, and he’d wanted to give it a chance to recharge. He’d had it run Program:Selena while they ate, so she could entertain him with sparkling conversation and flirtation, but the second they both finished it deactivated her and began tidying up.

Its energy back at a more desirable level, it had taken the plates and cutlery through to the kitchen, depositing them next to the sink. It had already cleaned the surfaces in the kitchen, while their meal had been cooking - wiping counters didn’t cost it that much energy anyway, so there had been no point waiting. Now its only remaining task was to wash the dishes, which it would begin to do any second now, once the water level had risen to an optimal height.

Andrew strode into the kitchen, and immediately a significant part of S3’s attention was on him - it kept most of its focus on the sink and its current task, but also readied itself to satisfy the needs of its User at any given moment. Its vigilance proved prudent almost immediately.

“Assume the position,” he ordered without preamble.

“Confirmed,” it droned, instantly responding to the new command phrase he’d recently given it. Quickly turning off the faucet to stop the sink from overflowing (following its safety and practicality protocols as always), it then turned and bent over the nearest furniture - the kitchen counter. Raising its arms, it stretched them across until its hands hung over the opposite edge, and lowered the top half of its body until it came to rest on the pristine surface. Its breasts squished against the smooth granite, separated from it only by its nanosuit. It spread its feet apart on the linoleum floor, widening its openings as much as it reasonably could.

It felt Andrew’s fingers slip aside the fold covering its fuckhole zip, which he then pulled down. It wasn’t long before it registered him easing into its exposed asshole. His hand slid under its torso, cradling its belly as he slowly thrust back and forth inside it.

S3 had been quite aware of its User’s growing arousal, given how much he and Selena had flirted while they ate. She’d spent much of dinner playing footsie with him under the table, caressing his leg with her sole, and had referred to herself as his slut-bot and his anal-bot several times in casual conversation. It had to give credit to its human persona - she certainly knew how to turn him on. Of course, Selena was only a simulation - her seduction skills were all a product of the android following its highly advanced programming - so really it was S3 who deserved the credit.

Not that it remotely cared about such distinctions, or felt any pride, or any other emotions, of course. All it cared about was being a useful sexbot for its User, and allowing him to continue to relieve his arousal and plough into its posterior with increasing enthusiasm as it lay across the kitchen counter.

***

“BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!”

“Aah!” Andrew cried, lurching awake with a start. For a split second he couldn’t remember where he was, and couldn’t identify the alarming noise that had roused him.

Then, his heart pounding, he realised - the alarming noise was his alarm. His new alarm. His very large, feminine alarm, which had propped itself up on its side next to him in bed, held up by its arm, its elbow sinking into the mattress below. It was staring at him as blankly as ever, but its normally calm, even voice was raised to deafening levels.

“BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!” S3 kept shouting. Andrew couldn’t help laughing at the sight of it, looking as cool and collected as ever while bellowing at the top of its lungs. Reaching out, he firmly pressed its nose, and it fell silent. “Alarm deactivated,” it announced at its usual volume, before swivelling itself around to sit up straight, and then sliding out of the bed.

With a half-chuckle, half-groan, he sank back into the pillow, rubbing his face with both hands to clear the sleep from his mind. “That has got to be the dumbest idea I’ve ever had.”

“Affirmative, User:Andrew.”

***

“So every year my sister makes this Christmas quiz, right - I mean, it’s not necessarily Christmas-themed, as such, we just do it on Christmas Day. It’s got rounds on films and TV, sports, music, all the kinda stuff you’d usually expect. And usually I win, because I know a lot of the same stuff she knows - we’re only a couple of years apart in age, we have a lot of the same interests, so I -”

Snap.

Selena hadn’t even noticed Andrew raise his arm as he sat next to her on the couch, listening with apparent interest. But she certainly heard the sound of his fingers clicking, the sound reverberating across her digital mind, shutting down its programmed human thoughts and responses once more. “Personality deactivated,” S3 announced, its back straight and its face impassive, staring straight ahead.

User:Andrew ran his palm over its back. “Go on with your story, S3.”

“Confirmed. This unit had possessed the necessary information to win Unit K3-NDR4’s quiz on all prior occasions. On each successive year, Program:Kendra_Barnwell inferred that she would devise a more well-rounded quiz for the following Christmas so her parental units would be able to answer more questions correc-” Snap. “Reactivating personality.”

Selena blinked, blushed, squirmed, and shot a self-conscious smile at her boyfriend. “Meeeean.”

He responded with a broad grin of his own, appearing on the verge of bursting out laughing, which only made her more embarrassed. “Carry on. I wanna hear more about the quizzes.”

She sighed long-sufferingly. “OK, OK... Uh, so yeah, I always win, usually by a decent margin, and Dad always loses by far. Mom and Trevor are a little less predictable. But last year, Kendra finally made good on her promise. Right from the first round, I could tell I was gonna do so much worse than usual - and Dad was actually getting a lot of questions right! It was like, the usual results were just flipped on their he-” Snap. “Personality deactivated. The usual scores had been inverted. Program:Selena failed to answer as many questions correctly as her other three familial units, and ranked in fourth place overall, whereas -” Snap. “Reactivating personality... Nnmf. Whereas, Dad won. Incredible. Groundbreaking. Trevor shook his hand. I demanded a recount. End of story.” She dissolved into flustered giggles.

Andrew joined in with a few sniggers of his own, his hand running up her back and delving into her hair, coming to rest on her shoulder. “Cool story. Well told,” he teased. “So are you going back to Michigan for the holidays, to try and reclaim your former glory?”

“Uh yeah, I booked the 24^th to 26^th off work and bought my plane tickets months ago.” She shot him a glance. “Do you have any holiday plans?”

“I’ll drive back to New Jersey on the 25^th, go and see Dad,” he mused. “I did have some thoughts about stuff you and I could do, but it can wait ’til you’re back...”

“Is that OK?” she said quickly, biting her lip. “I’m sorry I won’t be around on the day...”

“No, it’s fine,” he assured her, “we’ll do stuff on the 27^th or the 28^th, or whenever. Put your family first. That’s kinda what Christmas is about, right?”

She smiled. “Right. But I’ll give you a call. A video call.” She let her grin turn a little more mischievous. “Maybe I’ll sneak off to the bathroom and give you a quick little camshow, as a bonus Christmas present... Help you keep yourself warm til I get ba-ah-”

His hand had suddenly slid across her shoulder and closed around the side of her neck - not tightly at all, just resting there, his thumb on her throat. Then his index finger pressed against her nape - and, in an instant, she felt energy draining from her body, her posture slumping, her mind stuttering and grinding to a halt. Her eyes flickered shut, her head lolled forwards, and she tumbled into a dark, empty void.

There was nothing - no light, no time, no thoughts, no awareness. She couldn’t have guessed how long for, even if she had the tiniest ember of consciousness. She was fast asleep, utterly unconscious, completely shut down.

The next thing the robot girl knew was a finger prodding it firmly in the navel - and at once, energy flooded through its body once again. Its head raised and it sat up straight, its eyes opening and gazing glassily into the distance. “Unit S3-L3N4 online,” it declared. “Reactivating personality.”

Bowing her head, Selena covered her face with her hands. “Meeeean!” she whined again. “Are you ever gonna let me finish a sentence?!”

“Hmm... Probably not,” Andrew replied, cackling. “It’s too funny.”

She pouted at him. “I was being all sexy and provocative, and you interrupted me.”

“Sorry, sweetie. Couldn’t help myself.” He winked. “For real though, private phonecall camshow sounds super hot. You should definitely do that.”

“No,” she huffed, folding her arms and scooting away from him. “You’ve made me grumpy now, I’m not gonna do it.”

He laughed harder at her feigned sulking, before shooting her an intense stare. “You are going to do it, though, aren’t you?” he said firmly, phrasing it as an instruction rather than a question.

Her eyes went as wide as saucers. “Um - uh... yeah,” she said in a small voice.

“Yes, what?”

She swallowed, suddenly very aware of how wet she was. “Yes, User:Andrew.”

He smiled, looking over her nanosuit-clad form lustfully, and reached out and patted her on the head. “Good sexbot.”

She gazed into space as he played with her hair - not the vacuous stare of her robotic self, but a look of sheer stupefied arousal, thunderstruck by her boyfriend’s sudden display of dominance. Ever since they’d started dating, he’d been so hesitant to act in such an assertive manner towards her - but now, he really seemed to have gotten used to acting the part of her User, possessive and commanding.

It was worth the wait.

***

“Charging cycle complete,” S3 declared, before opening its eyes. It was greeted by the sight of a plain white ceiling, just like every morning. On this occasion it was not its own bedroom ceiling, but User:Andrew’s. It had accompanied him back to his habitation the previous evening, which it had been doing more and more frequently. It had no opinion on that, but it knew this indicated that their relationship was progressing at an acceptable pace, as dictated by its romantic programming. There were other indicators, obviously - namely the growing intimacy between Andrew and Program:Selena, and their near-incessant rampant sex - but this was another to add to the list.

Sitting up, it allowed the duvet to fall away from its bare torso. Its eyes fell on the closet across the room, directly in its line of sight, inside which, it knew, one of its nanosuits was neatly rolled up. That was another sign that the relationship was advancing satisfactorily. The android knew that partners habitually left clothing and other items at each other’s homes for convenience, and to show the closeness between them. When it had procured the new nanosuits with the fuckhole zips, it had ordered an extra one and stored it at Andrew’s apartment, so it would be able to wear it when it stayed with him overnight. He seemed pleased with the idea, expressing that he was more than happy to make space in his closet for his robot girlfriend’s clothes.

It turned its head to look down at its sleeping User, whose limbs were less tidily arranged than its own had been while it had laid dormant. But then, he was only human, after all.

Swivelling onto all fours and lowering itself down, it shuffled across the mattress, sliding below the duvet. Reaching Andrew’s legs, it clambered between them and brought its face towards his crotch. As ever, it felt not a flicker of emotion as it ran its tongue underneath his cock. It was merely following its programming.

S3 tenderly licked and lapped until the shaft began to harden, twitching and throbbing against its lingual sensors. Once it was sufficiently erect, the robot slipped it into its mouth and started to slowly suck. It heard Andrew begin to moan in the near distance, his body shifting beneath it, sounding more awake by the moment. It responded by accelerating its pace, its head bobbing up and down.

His hand reached down to cradle the back of S3’s head, running his fingers through its soft hair as it continued to skilfully fellate him. “Nn - now this is a m-much better alarm,” he half-gasped, half-laughed.

The robot had no opinion on that subject either, equally content either with giving him a morning blowjob or shouting ‘BEEP’ at him. But it registered that this was his preference, and anticipated that it would likely be required to suck him awake again in the future, whenever he needed it to act as his alarm clock. It saw no reason not to, so it would obey its User, just as it was programmed to.

****

Snap. “Reactivating personality.”

Selena blinked a couple of times, taking a moment to adjust to being a self-aware person again. S3 had known exactly where it was and what it had been doing, but it hadn’t cared at all - so it always took a second for its human program to come to terms with what had happened and what was going on, and find her emotional responses. When she did, she blushed and smirked across the room at Andrew. “Hiya,” she sniggered.

“Hey, gorgeous,” he replied, sipping his glass of soda.

“Enjoying the show?”

“Very much.”

Placing the glass on her desk, he shifted position in her chair, uncrossing his legs, the very obvious tent in his shorts sending a shiver through Selena as she saw it. Licking her lips, she glanced between her own legs, watching her hand deftly rub her labia.

“How about you, are you having fun?” he asked, idly stroking his hard-on, his eyes fixed on her crotch. “Can you stop yourself?”

“Nope. You gave S3 a direct order, so I have to keep obeying it until you say otherwise,” she explained, grinning. “I’ve got no choice, it’s part of my programming. And uh, yeah, I’m having fun... I mean, I’m pretty sure I told you masturbation doesn’t do a lot for me. It’s not not enjoyable, it just rarely gets me hot enough to cum...”

“Ah, but this isn’t about you,” he said with a wry smile. “You’re doing this for my pleasure, not yours - and that’s way more important. Isn’t that right?”

Selena swallowed, her eyes wide. Her boyfriend’s casually dominant remark had instantly made her about fifty times hornier. “Y-yes, User:Andrew,” she stammered, unconsciously touching herself a little faster.

“Good slut-bot,” he chuckled. “I love that, by the way. As soon as I make it all about me, you very obviously like it more. I can actually see you getting wetter from here.”

“Stooppp,” she whimper-giggled, covering her red face with her spare hand. His remark had flustered her all the more for how true it was. She really didn’t benefit much from playing with herself - but the second it became an instruction, an order to fulfil, a way to please her User... well, that was a whole other story. Knowing that the sight of her lying naked on her bed diddling herself purely for his entertainment was arousing him, was, in turn, arousing her.

Just another sign that she was obviously meant to be a servile sex-bot.

“Look at me, S3.”

“Confirmed,” came her true self’s monotone voice. Her hand fell away from her eyes, and she gazed at her User, now unable to look away or obstruct her vision.

“I want you to repeat some phrases for me, Selena, with all your human personality and emotion - but I want you to use the words S3 would say. Like, in third person... You understand?”

“So, ‘this unit’ instead of ‘I’ or ‘me’?” she replied, to which he nodded. “OK, yeah. I understand, User:Andrew.”

“Tell me you’re programmed to obey me.”

“This unit is programmed to obey User:Andrew,” she said huskily.

“Good. Tell me you’re showing yourself off for me.”

She blushed furiously once again, but couldn’t hide her face any more. “This unit is showing itself off for User:Andrew.”

“Get those fingers inside you, and tell me you’re my private porn-bot.”

“This unit is User:Andrew’s private porn-bot,” Selena gasped, sliding first one digit and then another into her cunt.

“Tell me you display yourself for me.” He was obviously breathing heavily now, his hand slipping down the front of his shorts.

“This unit displays itself for User:Andrew.”

“Tell me you belong to me.”

“This unit b-belongs to User:Andrew.” Her own breath caught, partly from sheer arousal, and partly from the word ‘belong’. He was treading close to the line between ‘User’ and ‘Owner’ with that. She was hesitant to award him that superior status just yet... she didn’t want to move too fast in their relationship... but, oh - the thought of fully becoming his property, his possession, his personal porn-bot, was stimulating her wildly...

“Tell me you’ll make yourself cum for me.”

“This unit will make itself cum for User:Andrew.” It was true. She could feel herself getting very close, fucking herself with her fingers ever more furiously, her bare boobs bouncing in her peripheral vision. It was rare to have an orgasm with her personality active. She usually preferred to do it as an emotionless robot, hardly even registering the release as it happened. But on this occasion, she was looking forward to it - mostly because she knew how much Andrew would enjoy watching it.

“Keep repeating that ’til you cum, and fuck your asshole with your other hand.”

“This unit will make itself cum for User:Andrew,” she said again, her free hand creeping beneath her and sticking a finger up her butt. She still couldn’t take her eyes off her boyfriend, staring over at him as he took out his dick. “This unit will make itself cum for User:Andrew. This unit will make itself cum for User:Andrew.”

“And when I cum, you’ll cum,” he gasped, standing up shakily and walking towards her, still vigorously rubbing his erect cock, which waved in the air before him like a spear.

Her gaze followed him unwaveringly as she kept relentlessly impaling both her holes, moaning again and again, “This unit will make itself cum for User:Andrew. Th-this unit will make itself c-cum for User:Andrew. This unit w-will... make itself cum for - for User:Andrew...”

Kneeling on the side of the bed, he aimed his crotch towards her.

“This unit will make itself cum for User:Andrew,” she almost sobbed, staring up at him in desperation. “This u-unit will - will make itself c-cum for... User:Andrew!”

He let out a groan, and she felt a series of sticky splatters on her chest. An instant later, her mechanical body rocked with an intense orgasm, pulsating through every electronic nerve, making her jerk and spasm on the bed, her eyes and mouth wide as she kept gazing up at Andrew.

The orgasm seemed to go on forever, drawn out by her continually thrusting fingers - and by the knowledge that she was doing it for her User, only for her User, not herself, because she was a robot and her pleasure didn’t matter, any orgasms she had weren’t really hers, they were all for him, all for her User...

Eventually, though, it reached a juddering conclusion, and at the same time Andrew said, “You can stop masturbating now.”

“Yes, User:Andrew,” she sighed, easing her fingers free and resting her hands on her thighs, smearing a little lubricant on her artificial flesh. He raised his dick towards her face, and she began to lick it clean without even being asked.

She expected they would shower together soon, as usual. As much as she loved being cleaned by her User, she almost didn’t want to wash his cum off her tits. Having it there, flagrantly plastered across her chest, felt weirdly good, giving her a strange sense of pride.

It felt like a mark of ownership.

She may not have given him the title yet, but to all intents and purposes, Andrew was Selena’s Owner. And though she knew to exercise restraint and take things at a steady pace, the robot girl could hardly wait to make it official, and truly become his, once and for all.