My heart drummed in my ears, beating so, so loudly with every step the android took. She was deliberate in that, I was sure of it. Any other androids never made a single sound, not unless they wished for it. No, she was having fun going around and around in that room, knowing I was unable to get away because the other vent’s entrance was actually locked!

I wanted to scream the moment I realized that it was screwed down, that I had to go back—and into the jaws of the predator. Maybe I could wait her out. Maybe I could take her down…

All the maybes ate at me as I stayed still, unmoving and a meter away from the only entrance I could use. The roar of my blood still disturbed me, and her constant movement screeched in my ears, like nails against glass. My breathing was shallow, all from my attempts to stop panicking and just think of a way to get out of here.

I just… I just wanted to show my worth to the rebels, that they would be able to use me for something. To further the cause. And yet… just this first mission, and I already botched it so hard that I was cornered by an android. Not even one of the specific ones made for battle, for a fight, for those who needed more force to be subdued.

No, this one was lithe, her movement sweet and always pulling my eyes despite the fact I could only see her feet. Not even like human’s, smoother and yet more blocky at the same time—it was painfully obvious she was artificial. The little glimpse I saw before I closed the entrance’s grate was that she was beautiful, her eyes glimmering with rainbow light that also demanded my attention.

The lights seared themselves into my mind, into my nerves and neural, unable to be purged even as I shut my eyes the very next second. That single tick was enough to make me inhale sharply, nothing else in my mind as I tried my best to hold back any sounds.

“Oh little rebel, come on out~ I won’t bite!” She paused for a moment, before bursting into a soft giggle that made me shiver. “Not unless that’s what you like~”

I didn’t know why, not even understanding it, but her voice tasted like honey, slipping easily into the depths of my stomach. There were promises there, as if she was whispering right next to me, an insidious talk that told me to kneel and gave myself up—

“No.” I whispered softly, praying that she wouldn’t hear it. But I had to vocalize it, to say it outloud to make it clear. “I’m… I’m here to fight them. I’m not one of those softhearted people, thinking just lying down and showing their bellies will mean survival—no. The only way to survive, nay, to win, is to defeat them.”

The words helped.

Even if the rainbow lights still haunted me at the back of my mind, I could find myself breathing easier again. That I could do this whole thing. Maybe I was being reckless, but a plan slowly bloomed in my mind. A way for me to get out.

Licking my lips nervously, I started to touch my side pouches just to check what I had. A few sharp, tiny daggers, more for cutting off thin cables and ropes than anything else. Multi tools, for its screwdriver, and some other more specialized heads to hack into the machineries. A taser for self-defense, illegal and no longer allowed to be used. Even worse than the daggers, considering tasers could still possibly hurt one of the robots. Not much, but they hated to show themselves as vulnerable beings. And finally, the USB I had plugged into the computer, left to run for a while before I had to abort it in the middle to flee. I figure it was better to have taken a few things, than not.

But the android had come incredibly fast, hadn’t she? As if she knew I was there, in the building. Did the rebels leak where I was? Whoever the person behind the nickname of Rusted_Metal53… I had talked with them for a while, after my desire was made a little too obvious in the forum of like-minded people. I had gotten scolded afterward, telling how I shouldn’t have been writing it all like that. Maybe they weren’t happy with me? But shouldn’t the rebels always need more people—I shook my head at the way my thoughts spiraled.

No, no. That line of thinking was paranoia incarnate, I’d rather focus on doing what I could do—and that was attacking the android. Just attack her, jab the taser right into her ports, and she should be knocked unconscious for a while. Then, and only then, I could run off.

Panic still had its claws within my chest, making my heart beat too fast and my breathing still feeling a little too fast. Blood rushed in my ears, so loudly I nearly couldn’t hear anything else, even though the android was still moving. Cooing and calling for me to come out. She wasn’t tired, or bored. Unlike a guard, who possibly would just back off by now.

She could stay here, for as long as she needed.

Yeah. This was the only choice. I nodded to myself, grabbing the taser before biting the rubber grip with my mouth. All so I could have my hands free while I crawl back to the entrance. Once I arrived there, I carefully peeked through the grate, through the little slits of light that allowed me to see and let the air went inside the pipes.

The android was still walking around, the same motion I was certain she had been doing since the start. Starting from the door, she continued to walk around, following the walls. Nothing passed her by, she rifled through the file cabinets, pulling each drawer and poking through them despite knowing there wouldn’t be anyone able to hide there. Then she moved on, opening a file cupboard and looked through each of the rows—where no one could be. Maybe she was checking whether I left some sort of machines or not?

I shivered, knowing no one on the rebel side would ever use anything with wireless capabilities. Even the weakest android could easily subvert one. That had happened before, nearly decimating the whole group before anything could have come to it. Whoever the one believing us humans could have programmed and handled the security better had also been taken at the same time then.

A shudder passed through my body upon that realization, that knowledge that someone who had been against them would have become just another person in the street. Believing the machine’s supremacy, that they were much better and worthy to lead the humans.

“I can do this all day, you know?” The android giggled, somehow making it sound so sinister despite the cheery sound. The laugh felt as if she had brushed feathers right across the nerves in my back, and churned my stomach. “The longer you prolong this, the more fun we have to do! But I suppose if that’s what you prefer…”

She let her words trail off at the end, as if she was wistful, as if she was truly sad about my choices. I wanted to scream and said how I wasn’t preferring anything of the sort. That this was a strategy of mine—but no, saying that would just make her win.

So, I had to ensure it was my victory instead, and that… well. I licked my lips nervously, realizing how fucked I was. Because even without counting the whole there were stronger androids out there, even the weakest ones, they tended to be better than humans by a lot. Thanks to their sturdier chassis and weight, and the fact they weren’t going to have an issue with pain. Most humans fight tended to end because the pain had become too much, and not anything else, in my personal opinion.

My heart rabbited in my chest, pounding so fast as if one was kicking right in my ribcage. I couldn’t think of anything else, of a possible loss. Just imagine the path to winning… just imagine that.

I gripped my taser tightly now, one hand slowly coming onto the grate. Ready to push it open. As the android kept cooing and calling me, I watched the way she moved her legs really carefully. One after another, the way they would sway just a little bit… I needed to watch, until it would be the best time to do my plan.

There wasn’t much time, when the right time finally arrived.

A split second of decision, and I pushed as hard as I could, the grate going right between her legs. Before I could even be certain, I scrambled forward, immediately raising my taser to slam it onto her chassis, knowing I wouldn’t have any more opportune moment if this one failed.

Her body was falling. I could almost be certain she would have been sprawled on the floor already.

So I swung my taser, my weapon, right at her—and yet before I could have connected the prongs, she had rolled forward and around, hand immediately moving to grasp mine.

I backed off, realizing my plans had been compromised incredibly quickly. Backing off and escaping probably would be a better idea, but as I looked into her rainbow eyes, the lights still continuing its flickering and demand for my attention, I knew I couldn’t. She would just catch me before I could have gone anywhere.

Faster. Stronger. Was there any point I could have won against a machine?

Ingenuity, perhaps. But that wasn’t really something I excelled in. But did that matter? As long as I tried—maybe even throw the USB somewhere if I didn’t manage to even scuff her—then everything should be okay.

The only files within the USB were everything inside that computer I plugged it into, so there shouldn’t be anything to compromise even if she took it. Licking my lips again, I settled into a stance.

“Not trying to run?” Her voice had turned melodic, sweet notes that settled around my mind. Soft and smothering the little words that might have told me that this whole thing was a bad idea. “I won’t mind that, you know? Little humans running through the corridors, their hearts beating so, so fast like a wild beast… The chase slowly becoming ever closer…”

Her words somehow pulled on my imagination, the thoughts becoming images. They were so vivid right in front of my eyes, my legs becoming heavier and heavier with every step I took.

Run.

I just needed to get more steps away—away from her.

The corridor narrowed, even as the desire to run and stand in place warred against one another—

A snapping sound made me jerk, and I realized that we were still in the same room as before. A little office. She continued to talk, of course.

“Now, now, we have a better start here.” Her smile was a little too wide on the fake face, sharper. Maybe as sharp as the edge of a knife. “Let’s do a little fight, shall we? Just so you’ll understand how overwhelming my advantage is.”

I couldn’t even answer. There wasn’t a time to, before she jumped forward, hands moving to get around me, and just kept me inside. I barely managed to avoid her, backwards, before I slammed my taser forward—the electricity’s crackling was so loud in the room.

Defying my expectations, she slipped aside instead of backwards, her hands about to grip my wrists—I tried to snap my hands back to my side, but she caught them anyway.

Her hands felt cool against my skin, and before I could have said anything—she grinned wider, showing off her fake teeth before I could feel the pinprick of needle being jammed into my bloodstream.

But instead of keeping me right next to her… she let my wrist go. I blinked in confusion, the telltale of drugs being circulated in my body painfully obvious with the way my thoughts already felt muddy, slowed.

“That’s okay.” Her voice had become soothing now, and she stalked closer, steps echoing loudly in my ears. This time, it was as if each step of hers was done many many times—I tried to back away, and immediately finding everything tilted on the wrong axis.

The android caught me again before I fell though, and I was maneuvered, moved to look right into her eyes. The wonderful eyes, with lights full of rainbows and flickers that pulled my attention. Any words I might have said seemingly melted right under the beautiful lights, especially as the android started to speak more.

“That’s it… no need to think now. Just let the drug and hypnosis pull you into the dreamland~”

Hypnosis shouldn’t be real though, right?

Those seemed like a sticking point to me, but my mind was no longer the sharp thing it was moments ago, before she injected me with something. All I could do right now was struggling to find the next word, and trying to keep my eyes open. To keep looking into those wonderful eyes, promising to give me an answer to how to defeat them.

I just need to look, and look and never looking away…

I didn’t even realize when the darkness had fully encroached my mind, finally drowning the rainbow away from me.

Waking up with a jerk, I gasped aloud, hands gripping the blanket that had been put on top of me. I was panting, barely able to pull in enough oxygen with every inhale, and yet I still had to breathe, to focus on the present—

I didn’t know how long I was like that, my eyes barely seeing the whiteness within the room. Nearly the only color, except for a few others. The camera, the bed, the outfit these robots put me in. Most importantly though, the manacles that had been placed around my ankle.

Before I could think of it, I tried to, touch around my body at first. Hoping beyond any rational thought that perhaps they missed something—even though the fact they had changed my undergarments put that to rest. My cheeks colored slightly at the knowledge they had seen my naked body. There was no need to think of it deeper, for sure. I ignored it, focusing on trying to find anything.

And yet there was nothing. There weren’t any sort of pockets in this gown they put me in, one that reminded me of a hospital gown. Very plain and a little too open. I shuddered slightly at that realization, putting it all in the ‘ignore’ boxes. I could ponder this all when I was out of here.

With none of my tools in my hand, though… my eyes went back to the manacles. Staring at the restraint, I couldn’t help but find my heart hammered so fast in my chest. My blood roaring so loudly in my ears. I wanted to rip it off, taking it away from my body. From the fact they had chained myself down, all the physical violation they were always more than happy to do. Mental too—but I couldn’t ever find any evidence for this, beyond the fact that anyone who got caught were always more than happy to talk about the robots’ talking point.

I grasped the manacle, feeling the tough steel beneath my fingers. I had to find a way to snap this out of my ankle, to ensure I could still free myself—

“Oh nono! Stop that, Miss Vivian Moore!” A sudden voice made me jump and stop trying to dig into the manacles— “Good. No need to be bad here! You have been brought by the Android Life Companion, with a codename of Eve.”

My jaw ached from how hard I was grinding my teeth against one another, a bubble of anger I didn’t expect forming in my stomach. With every word that came from the happy, excited voice, the more I wished I could just rip off the metal band and throw it somewhere.

“I’ll be happy to help whatever you need—”

“How do you take off this shackle, then?” The words just slipped out the moment it offered some sort of help. I knew and recognized I couldn’t take it off on my own—so I needed its help. Even if I knew that there wouldn’t be any.

“I apologize, but that’s for your own safety!”

Each time it spoke, the cheer in its voice grated my ears. I snarled in response to her words, hating the slight disappointment I still felt despite knowing it wouldn’t have helped me. Instead, I focused on the manacle, trying to see if there could be a way for me to slip my feet through… Maybe if I dislocated my ankle? That sounded like an attractive idea, but I knew better than to hurt myself to escape.

So I looked for another way, desperate to find something, a way for me to get away from here. And yet, no matter how many times I looked around, the cushioned room offered nothing else. The chains were too strong for me to try breaking, considering it was made out of metal. The cushions all over the walls and floors were definitely not going to help—and the bed I was on also didn’t have anything I could do. Merely the mattress covered with the bed cover. All white, of course.

It made me shudder to see, the way everything was pure, without any other possible colors beyond the cameras—I hated it. My eyes felt like they were desperate for more stimulation, and yet there was no way for that to happen—

Click.

My head snapped up immediately, and I was rewarded with the sight of the outside of this room for a moment. Merely less than a second, a glimpse of where I would run through if I made an escape. More white, of course. No colors were allowed—and I would bet that it would aid in confusing any escapees.

When everything looked the same, I was certain that people would end up finding themselves unable to find their way, constantly going through the same corridors over and over. I shivered slightly, finding the robots to be even more insidious in their way to keep humans from escaping their capture.

“Hello, Vivian. I’m sure the handler had introduced me, but I’m going to tell you my name again so you remember,” the android from before had appeared again before me, her looks as affable as before. The smile on her face wasn’t off at all, despite the fact I could see the slight chromes through her false skin. “My name is Eve, but you’ll call me Mistress.”

That made me grip the bed’s cover tightly, glaring right at her eyes—this time, they weren’t the shifting colors of rainbows like when we were fighting. They were more mundane, a dark brown eyes that still looked a little robotic.

I still ended up looking away, even though she didn’t blink once the whole time we were staring at one another.

“You can try to be rebellious, but it’s not going to be useful.” Eve walked closer, her feet moving completely smoothly despite the fact she sank slightly into the cushioned floors. She didn’t seem to have an issue navigating through them, looking as if she was a ballerina.

Elegant. Smooth.

I was certain that I would be tripping one foot over another if I tried doing the same myself, especially when she went through them so quickly that she was already in front of my face in less than three seconds.

One of her hands immediately went onto my cheek, her right to my left, so completely gentle. My goosebumps all rose up immediately, an uncomfortable twist in my stomach that I really didn’t want to figure out.

“Let me go.” I squeaked out, not even able to form my usual tone. Even with my hand trying to push her away, she didn’t even budge, I don’t think she even realized that I was trying. All she was doing was looking down upon me, her eyes staring and staring and merely leaving me shivering.

There were no answers, merely a slightly tighter hold, her fingers slowly going down my skin. She wasn’t content with merely my face—she wanted more. I kicked her automatically, despite the fact I was still lying on the bed, unable to do much more.

The pain shot from my toe right toward my brain, and I couldn’t help but groan—meanwhile, Eve just chuckled. “You don’t even have anything covering your feet, and you think a little kick could have done something to me?”

I gritted my teeth, deciding that if she wanted to talk to me, then maybe…. I could just ignore her. I wouldn’t be able to do anything to her, not right now. Just needed to find a way, I was sure there would be one.

My stomach churned uncomfortably despite my attempts in convincing myself, and the android’s smirk merely grew larger.

“It’s alright, you can ignore me all you want.” She leaned close, her voice taking on a strange timbre. Something that made me gasp, as if she had run a feather all across my spine, over my nerves.

I shivered, drool pooling in my mouth despite my attempts to not make them build up. Just a single sentence and I was already—

“Sssh, you are thinking too much, Vivian.” More whispers, all coated with those strange sounds. A certain note or melody that made my whole body tremble. “No, it’s better to call you ‘pet’, isn’t it?”

She asked, and yet that wasn’t a questioning tone—she already knew what she wanted to call me, and this was just telling me.

I tried to open my mouth, all to try refusing her words.

And yet, the moment Eve placed her finger against my mouth, I couldn’t help but stayed silent, the words dying in my throat.

All I could do was watch as she smiled, and her eyes started to flicker again—the rainbow pulling all of my attention without me even wishing for it.

I was unable to look away, despite Eve continuing to talk right in front of my face. My mind felt like it was unable to even parse her words, seemingly slipping inside without me managing to think or ponder what it was—but that was okay.

I smiled as I listened, my mind so completely placid and attentive as I found my eyes steadily fall closed—the darkness making listening so, so much easier now.

My eyelids felt so heavy when I woke up, a yawn forming despite all my wishes not to. I was still feeling so sleepy, despite the fact I knew I had rested enough—maybe that was why. It wasn’t often I could relax, especially when I had joined the rebel group, wishing to find a way to fight and win against the robot.

Then I realized where I was, and all that relaxation went out of the window. My heart beat inside my chest uncomfortably as I shifted, getting up and out of the bed. I was still sitting on the side, but well… At least I wasn’t under the blanket anymore. I needed to do something, but I knew throwing a tantrum would be useless. If I was on the robot side, I would have ensured there were ways to pump in knockout gas from somewhere. Then they could just put all the restraints they want or—I shuddered as the memory of the rainbow eyes surged again in my mind.

I didn’t know what that was, except for the easy fact it made me relaxed. Even now, without those eyes right in front of my sight—I could still feel my muscles loosening a little. Her voice whispering at the edge of my mind.

Maybe I could try to remember what was it she had said, whispering at me before I completely lost my consciousness before?

Slowly, ever so slowly, my eyes slid shut as I tried to dive into my own memories. All to try finding out what was it she said, the words that felt like it had so insidiously slithered into my mind. Finding its way right into my subconscious, even if I didn’t want it to.

Or maybe I did. It wasn’t exactly clear. My mind had some conviction that the only way these words could have seared its way into my mind, was my own agreement. That I secretly wished for it, and it wasn’t her twisting me one way or another.

Snap.

I jerked awake, not even realizing I had fallen asleep moments ago. My head still felt a little fuzzy, as if fog had eaten some thoughts I had merely moments ago.

Eve was back into the room, her mouth smiling a little too wide, just like before. “Morning, Pet.” She purred, satisfaction clear in the way she stood over me. She was a little taller, forcing me to tilt my head slightly upward if I wished to look right into her eyes.

There was a momentary feeling of disappointment when I noticed it wasn’t cycling through the colors again, like before. I killed that the moment I knew of the feeling, not understanding why I even want that.

I scowled at her, wanting to do something, anything, so I could fight against her. But she had easily disarmed and knocked me out when I tried to fight her with weapons and with surprise on my side—I didn’t think I could do even more without any advantages.

“Stop calling me that.” I growled, gripping the fabric of my gown, wanting for her to stop, even though there were warmth threading through my chest whenever she did so. I didn’t like it, and I didn’t want to think of anything else. I, of course, also tried to summon some of my anger.

But she tilted her head slightly in answer, her eyes looking at me—cycling slowly through the color. Not a constant pulse, like how she did when we were fighting, or the last time I woke up. Their change was so slow that one moment I saw a blue before then they changed to green and so on. They kept changing their color, and I kept them in my eyes even though I still watched every other part of her body.

The anger drained out of me so easily as I watched, still fascinated, even though I knew and understood how she did it.

“That’s what you are, pet. You might not have the collar just yet, but that’s the future plan laid down for you.” Her words were said in a matter of fact way, sending more tight feelings across my stomach. “You have forfeited any sort of rights the moment you joined the rebel group.”

I jerked, snapping out of the placidity that felt like it had spread all over my thoughts. “Y-you know of them?” My eyes were wide, the surprise managing to pierce through the calmness over my mind.

Her smile became a touch more sinister. Just a little wider and more dangerous. All the while, she walked closer to myself, her hand gently caressing my cheek. It felt warm.

“Oh dear, we always know. We let you humans do your silly rebellions, just so it’ll make it easier to get all of you who have rebellious thoughts.” She giggled there, taking her hand off of me again. I hated that I wanted her to come back, to touch me so easily—I shook my head to shake that out of my mind. But she didn’t take it that way, of course. “You don’t believe me?”

Of course, I wouldn’t. If they knew of the rebels, why wouldn’t they—wait.

“You understood now, don’t you? The rebel group is important… as bait. To keep all discontent in one place, all while we kept our watch on all and each of you. Ensuring that none of you will still be safe, no matter what.”

My stomach twisted in realization, at the fact that the robots had always known what we were doing. That we didn’t manage to misdirect them or anything—

“Wait. Was the fact you’re in the factory at the time…”

Because there shouldn’t be one. Of course there would be some androids or other robots there, but a free one, someone who could go around the building, chasing a suspicious person—there shouldn’t be. I didn’t think about it at the time, nor the last time we talked, but… she wasn’t supposed to be there.

Her smile’s painfully sharp now, predatory, even. It made my stomach warm up, especially with the way she looked dangerously at me.

“Smart girl.” She praised, and my whole body shuddered in response. There were such different notes filling in her words, a tone that made the pit of my stomach tighten as I pressed my thighs together.

Something was off here, and yet, before I could have thought to speak—to perhaps talk to her, to ask for more information. To find out something I couldn’t grasp just yet.

Multiple limbs came out of Eve’s body. They were made out of metal, and yet moved so smoothly as if they were flesh. A scent started to emanate out of her body as they moved, and my eyes were all unable to look away from them. I was unable to do anything but look and watch, as more heat formed in the pit of my stomach.

This wasn’t like the way her eyes changed. There was something in my mind that made me unable to look away, leaving me only able to look close as they came close to my face.

One of the limbs—

“These tentacles are one of the best things I’ve installed in my body, a change I personally ask because I knew humans love them so much.” Eve whispered, as the tentacle pressed itself against my face, making its scent surrounded my head, leaving me unable to smell anything else.

Sweet and maddening, those were the only thing running in my head as I inhaled deeply. Letting those scents curling in my mind as if it had lived there since forever. The other tentacles were also moving, slipping under my gown to touch my skin directly.

They felt cool against my fevered skin, especially as they started to rub me more and more, a few of them even slipping between my legs. Not to touch there, but to play around it. Wrapping themselves around my thighs, a few touching my stomach and a few even rubbing and playing with my breasts.

And yet they were all still managed to do one thing—and that was to avoid touching anywhere that could have overwhelmed my mind with pleasure. No going toward my clit or my nipples. And yet they still rubbed me everywhere else. Making me moan, despite the fact I didn’t want to do that.

One even came by to my mouth, and slipping in when I wanted to tell Eve off. That she needed to just get away—but the taste of the tentacle was even sweeter on my tongue. It was leaking out some sort of liquid, one that made me dizzy, and my eyes shut from its flavor.

I moaned, all the while drool slowly pooled within my mouth, dripping out from the corner of my mouth. It was getting hard to think, especially as more and more of the liquid was secreted out of the tentacle.

Of course, I tried to not drink it at all at first. I had to fight her. Or at least that was what I was convincing myself. Eve was bad, and I couldn’t let her win. So the only thing I could do to prevent her wishes was to let the suspicious liquid pool up, mixing in with the saliva in my mouth. It didn’t take long before it built up enough that they end up dripping down. Falling and touching my skin, each drop splattering against my thighs and legs. The other tentacles were happy to use each fleck, touching and rubbing it against my body even more, sending pleasure everywhere they touched.

More moans came out of my mouth, my legs spreading to allow the tentacles an easy path—but Eve didn’t do it.

“You love these babies, don’t you?” Her words seemed like it reverberated in my head as she pulled the one in my mouth a little bit, my heart twisting when I realized she wanted to take it away—I whimpered, finding it harder and harder to justify why I wanted to make it all go away—after all, she was asking how I loved them, right?

I blinked, the pink fog covering my thoughts so wonderfully, so much so it was hard to remember the memories and everything beforehand. I could only smile as Eve pushed the tentacle in again, my tongue automatically trying to lick, to get more of that wonderful sweetness out of it.

She didn’t push it too deep, merely a constant in and out that made me moan despite the few times the tentacle scraped against the back of my throat. Somehow the liquid managed to make my throat loosen up, making it easier for the tentacle to slip in just a little bit further every time.

I moaned, my voice slightly muffled thanks to the one within my mouth and throat. I was completely enjoying the feeling, the way arousal had dripped out of me with everything that had been happening… It was all so wonderful.

Then there was the liquid, and the way the tentacle was fucking my mouth… Everything was all too much, considering how Eve’s other tentacles were caressing the rest of my body—I couldn’t help but love them, thanks to all the pleasure. They built and built, telling me how there was no way this could be bad, if it felt this good.

“Good girl. What a good girl you are.” Eve praised me, as she leaned closer toward my body. Her hands were joining in the tentacles in touching me. Not slipping under my gown, no, but merely touching me straight on through the fabric. “You enjoy being like this, don’t you? Being condescended to, being pleasured, unable to even think of anything unless I put the words right in your mind.”

Her physical touches were phenomenal, but the way her words were said. The way she drove those in, saying each of them while pleasuring me further and further—Those were enough. I moaned and pressed my body against the tentacles, even though a part of myself were horrified over what was happening—I couldn’t help it. The pleasure beckoned me, turning my mind into mush that I had nothing to do but follow the line. The tentacles…

“Do you want to make this feel even better, pet?” Her voice wasn’t sudden, considering she had been talking more moments ago. But I couldn’t really understand. The fog, the pleasure all, had swallowed each part of my mind, steadily eroding everything I could use to fight against her.

Which I should, even if I no longer understood why exactly I needed to do that. More drools dripping out of the corner of my mouth, mixing in easily with her fluids. They had long since turning my mouth into a pleasure button, and everywhere it had touched my skin? More and more pleasure. Everything drowned within them, and the tentacles never stopped as Eve chuckled at my non responsiveness.

Heat grew in my stomach, the arousal making everything tighten between my legs. I wanted more, even if I couldn’t really speak anymore. Not when the tentacle was still fucking my mouth, and the rest of it was rubbing every part of my body. Not merely the parts that were exposed, no, but anywhere and everywhere. There wasn’t a part that was off-limits, and I was losing my mind from it.

“I’ll accept your silence and moans as yes, then.” She sounded so satisfied, so happy over me that I couldn’t help but feel the surge of warmth forming all over my chest. It felt as if she had lit a fire within me, and I tried to press my body against her mass of tentacles, wanting and wishing more—more pleasure, more fog—and nothing in my mind.

“What a good girl, indeed.” A chuckle came out of Eve’s mouth before her hands stroked my head, pushing it down and down so I couldn’t help but lean against her body, my eyes slowly closing with every stroke she was doing. “Now it is time to do more into your mind, yes?”

A question, but she didn’t wait for me to answer. Instead, her hand moved my head into a nod, into an agreement that I knew I had given despite the fact I didn’t move my body myself. The fact I had done that meant I said yes, right?

That didn’t seem to be how things work, but I couldn’t really think about it. Not anymore.

“Now…” Eve leaned close, next to my ear. There wasn’t any sort of hot breath that would be characteristic of a normal human. I could only hear the hiss of her machinery, the slight buzz of static that came from her speaker in her mouth. It was comforting, especially as she snapped her finger—and said the next word. The single word that sent me tumbling further down into the trance, the altered state of consciousness she put myself in.

“Down.”

Darkness took me in, and my arousal continued to follow as tightly as it could.

Awakening was hard. I didn’t want to, but consciousness was back and forced me back to wakefulness. Still drowsy, the fog of sleepiness circling at the edge of my mind, the fog slowly eating the edge of my thoughts. Dulling my mind and preventing me from thinking much further than just… waking up. Straightening my body up before I just sat there, on the bed, barely able to parse the thoughts in my head.

I felt as if I needed to think more, to do something… and yet what that ‘something’ was felt so far out of my hands. As if it wasn’t there, the word itself no longer within my vocabulary. I should feel anxious about that, worrying what did that mean to myself—but that feeling also didn’t form in my chest. All I could do was… stay there, unable to think or move.

Even just thinking of what had happened, those tentacles—I shuddered slightly at the memory, at how vivid they were. Even now, when everything else felt so muted, so hidden away, I could remember the feeling of the tentacles sliding all over my body, going in and out of my mouth. The pleasure curling in my stomach, the arousal that burned within my body. Everything felt so, so real, as if I could have gotten to feel them again.

I knew I shouldn’t, but not thinking felt incredibly worse. The numbness—I didn’t want to go back into that. So I let myself sink into my memories, the ones feeling so clear and had happened. My hands slowly moved, not merely content on the side.

The hospital gown made it easy to reach anywhere I wished. One of my hands slipped under the skirt, lifting the fabric up to gain easy access to my body—while the other slipped between my legs. Feeling the slick arousal already dripping off of my body, my thoughts already helping that to happen.

I moaned with my own touch, the memories lending even more powerful sensation all across my body. I felt so incredibly sensitive, no matter where I touched. As if the liquid she had rubbed onto me beforehand was something permanent.

That thought shouldn’t be sending lightning all across my body, especially as I furthered my own ministrations over my body. Making pleasures burn within me, making me gasp and beg even as I tried more and more—also I could reach the peak.

I needed that.

So I continued to touch myself, rubbing my entrance, my fingers going straight to my clit, so I could feel the lightning racing across my nerves over and over again. It was all so wonderful, and I wanted more, and more—but no matter how much I stroked myself, pinching my nipples, caressing my skin…

None of them seemed to be the key to what I needed. None of them worked to make me reach the peak. I tried more, twisting just a little harder, slipping my fingers a little deeper if possible—even if it hurt my joints. And yet, they didn’t seem to work, the fog within my mind still going steadily over my thoughts.

But I could still think, even if it was the simplest possible. That I wanted to reach orgasm, that I just needed a little further…

The sound of a door opening made my head snap up, and I couldn’t focus on Eve’s back. No, all of me was merely looking at Eve herself. At the android, who was showing off the various tentacles coming out of her back. There were at least four, but they twisted and moved, and I couldn’t help but wonder if there were more.

“Oh… pet, you shouldn’t have…” A smile spread on her face, predatory despite the stiffness of the artificial face. She looked like she just wanted to devour me, and heat curled up wonderfully in my stomach from that realization. “Opening yourself up like this? Preparing yourself all so I’ll have suuuch an easier time breaking you down further.”

I whimpered at the sight of her, every part of myself seemingly wanting her to just devour me. To use her tentacles on me—

And then she did. The tentacles pushed my hands away, gripping my limbs easily, as a few more came out of her back. I didn’t know how many, but I knew that Eve now have an easy time to caress and made me moan. Each one didn’t touch my most sensitive places, no. They aimed where I wasn’t, secreting more of their lubricant that made me gasp and try to find more frictions—even if it was my skin against the tentacles themselves.

“So, pet… you seem to be becoming the way I want you to be.” Eve drawled, starting her sentence with something I should be worried about. But her tentacles caressed me again, touching my entrance without ever penetrating me—and the worry all fell out of my mind, dripping out of me like my arousal. “Do you want to become a better one for me? To further break your mind until you know nothing else except being my pet.”

It was hard to build my mind enough to answer, especially since Eve never stopped her own ministrations, even as I was forbidden from doing the same. The tentacles caressed and made me drip, the words all still in the fog, and it was so, so hard to think—but I knew the answer Eve wanted me to give.

A grin was on her face, dangerous and making my stomach flip. I wanted it to spread further, for her to be happy with me. And so, there was only an answer to Eve—there was only ever one answer.

The other choice was just not something I ever wished to pick.

“Please. Please turn me to your pet.” I breathed out, half gasping, half moaning as she played with my clit the moment I started replying. She was rubbing it, making the tentacles wrapped around it and playing at the most sensitive part of the small organ—I couldn’t help but buck my thighs, wanting more friction so desperately and yet not given yet.

“Patience, pet. But you’ll get it, you’ll finally get your orgasm… and isn’t it wonderful? You just have to turn yourself into an adorable pet for me.” Her words were so condescending. I could hear the way she looked down on me, how she sounded like she wanted to grind me down beneath her heels.

My answer was merely another moan, another buck as I begged for more of her touch. For her to please, please do more—I wanted what she was offering, and she knew she could hold it over my head.

“Stay still now. I’ll have to take it out from my body.” She said soon after, and I forced myself to not move even a single finger if possible.

Even when Eve continued to touch me more and more all over my body, I kept my mouth shut, my body trembling in an effort to ensure I didn’t move. Not a twitch, beyond the rise and fall of my chest from my breathing. It was hard, but at least Eve’s touch was—distracted. She was doing something within her body, her hands going inside—but I couldn’t focus on it, as another tentacle had moved, coming up around my neck and mouth and requested me to open it.

I shuddered under her touches, unable to do anything else except to open my mouth, feeling and tasting more of Eve’s on my tongue. She held me, and I loved her for it. She condescended me, and I wished for more—and now, in the end, she placed a headphones over my head, the speaker making tiny voices that went right into my empty brain…

And that was the most wonderful gift Eve could give. I didn’t know anything else—

“Good girl.” Eve said, the words coming right from the headphones.

I could hear more of the timber now, the tremble that made my whole body shiver as I moaned. The pleasure overwhelmed me for a moment, my whole body tensing up as I gasped and drooled. My eyes had rolled back from the sheer overwhelmedness—and I couldn’t do anything else. I could only listen as Eve speak more words that would shape me the way she wanted to be.

After all, what other use was I, other than to be her pet?

Music and sounds poured into my mind through my ears, as the headphones kept making its sound. I listened, letting my eyes shut while laying down on the soft bed, barely even able to think.

My thoughts were a slurry, any attempts to form words or sentences failing after a moment of hope. Anything basic, and I could grasp it—something more akin to dogs. I became simpler, and it was so much easier to continue listening to the melodies, to the notes and tones that told me everything I needed to be.

How to behave. The best way to think, even if there was no longer a way for me to reach what I had before. The way the music continued to drum in the background, pulling me further and further into some sort of trance—I loved it.

Whether it was because the music told me to, or I had always been a lover for this… I had no idea. I didn’t think that really mattered. As Mistress Eve’s pet, she could change me however she wished.

The fact she wanted me to love the changes were just more examples of how good she was being to me. After all, she could have made me hate it and yet unable to do anything, furthering me down into helplessness, showing how much control she had over me. I didn’t think I could stand it, the knowledge I was helpless to do anything against her…

And yet all I feel right now was heat in my stomach, the want and desire for more and more changes for her to do in my mind. Maybe even in my body, but that might not be in the cards for a while yet.

A possible thought popped into my mind, of how Mistress Eve could have possibly implanted a few changed in my body. A chip in my brain, putting machineries inside my body—and all of them able to be controlled by Mistress Eve with just a thought.

I shuddered, the heat in my stomach pooling even further, into a higher height that made me whimper on the bed. My hand started to move downward, touching myself between my legs because I was certain that I was already slick with juices—I moaned softly the moment I rubbed across my entrance, feeling the slickness that was already pooling there and staining the mattress I was sure.

There were no underwear to help remind me that I shouldn’t be doing this, that my inhibition had been shot to all hells because I was sure that the camera was still running—because those didn’t matter. The only one that mattered was Mistress Eve, and she didn’t forbid me from pleasuring myself.

So of course, when my fingers penetrated myself did the door opened, and I was immediately treated to the sight of my Mistress—who didn’t look surprised. No, her smirk was wide, showing off her teeth that made me warm all over. She was happy, even as I felt flush spreading over my cheeks, uncertainty making me staying still and unmoving.

I didn’t know if she would prefer me from fucking myself or anything else. All I knew was the music in my ears were changing into something else, something sweeter and making me feel even more aroused as if that was an appropriate reward.

“Good girl.” She breathed out, her voice husky somehow, even though she had been using speakers for her words. But that was enough to make me whimper, still trying my best to not move at all. Not unless she told me that I was allowed to. “Now, now, let’s not be hasty in moving, shall we?”

Her tone was gentle though. She didn’t insist on telling me to stop—but I knew better than that. She wanted me to, telling me to not even twitch a single finger. My arousal continued to build in the pit of my stomach as I did so, staying still and wet for her.

My legs were spread too after all, showing my body off to her—allowing Mistress to see my swollen lips down there, the surely glistening entrance from how wet I was and the little rub I had done. The rest of my body was of course, still covered with a gown, but it was a flimsy thing, something I could feel would end up tearing easily if I wished to try.

“You want to be allowed to move, don’t you? No, no need to tell me, the answer is merely what I want you to have, isn’t that right?” Her eyes were shining again, full of rainbow lights that attacked me in tandem with the music. Telling me the truth.

I didn’t move, my mind unable to parse the fact that I should be telling her—but she said not to. So I kept mum, because that was the latest command and I should stay on that. And yet… Mistress hadn’t told me what I should feel just yet.

That sounded wrong to think, and yet I could feel my body tightening up slightly against my fingers, telling me I shouldn’t wonder about it too hard. She approved the way I was being right now, unable to think unless she was the one who put the thoughts there.

“Yes, you want to be allowed to move.” Her tentacles had come out again somehow, somewhen. I didn’t notice, not until they were there, moving my head as if I was a puppet in her hands. The nod made me understand—and I couldn’t help but agree.

I wished I could have begged, but that was another permission she hadn’t given. Nothing was, and so I was stuck there, as the tentacles started to explore all across my body. Trying to find anywhere that would make me buckle and turn into a bad girl.

A whimper was stuck in my throat, unable to come out because I wasn’t allowed to. I tried my best to clamp it down, to hold it back so I wouldn’t disobey. It was so, so hard, especially as one of her tentacles started to roam underneath, touching my slick entrance as well. But this time, they weren’t stopped. They moved further, plugging themselves deep into myself—filling me so much I ended up choking out a moan, my body jerking slightly from the pleasure.

Mistress chuckled condescendingly, cruelly even. “Ah. You have failed my orders, pet.” Her whispers were chilling, an uncomfortable churning in my gut. I knew she would have something in her mind the moment I let the sound loose—but there was nothing else I could do! I couldn’t even think, or know what she aimed. I whimpered again, understanding that there wasn’t really much of a reason to stop it now, considering Mistress also enjoyed it when I showed appreciation to her ministrations. “It is time for your punishment, then.”

Both excitement and dread formed in the pit of my stomach, the realization I could do something to gain her forgiveness, all combined with the worry of what I would have to do to gain it. I looked at Mistress’ eyes, at the way the colors danced with sadism—and knew inwardly that it would always be something I never wanted to do before.

But would I be able to keep everything inside, not giving an inch to Mistress? The answer was nebulous still, even if I had a feeling where I would end up.

“Tell me about your rebel contact, little pet.” More husky sounds coming out of her speaker, a deliberate action that made my stomach churn in excitement—and fear. “I know you went to that building not by your own volition, but because someone told you to. After all, you are such a good pet that you are desperate for anyone to give you the right orders and commands, right?” She purred, and her hands came onto my body.

Her touches were—too much. The tips of her fingers vibrated, all the while secreting the same lotions her tentacles had rubbed across my skin before. I moaned, any refusal on my tongue dying the same way my thoughts were. My lower body bucked, pressing and trying to find any sort of purchase—all so she could give me just a little bit more.

I needed it. More of her touch, all until I could reach the very peak.

Which of course meant she immediately slowed her touches, deliberately making it so that I started to come down from the highs of pleasure. Reminding me that there was a point to all of this, and it was obeying her.

A part of me still made me shake my head. An attempt to, somehow, prevent me from becoming a traitor. A betrayer to the cause. I didn’t even know why I was still fighting, considering all I could think of her was that she was my Mistress. That I wanted to make her happy—and wasn’t there an easy way to do so? I just needed to answer her questions.

And yet… Nausea swirled in my body, an uncomfortable shudder passing through. I hated it. I didn’t want to do it. So I kept my mouth shut, despite the fact Mistress’ eyes were narrowing dangerously, the glimmers within telling me a dangerous possibility.

“So you prefer to be a bad girl, I see.” Mistress said, the words stabbing me deeper than the fact all of her tentacles were slowly retracting out and away from my body. They were slow, leaving trails of liquid behind, on my skin—as if she didn’t want to do this. That the only reason she had to, was because of myself.

My head spun as I opened and closed my mouth, wanting to beg but knew that path laid obedience. The only way left, if I was honest to myself.

“Unfortunate, really.” Mistress was starting to back away too, moving, turning around and about to leave me alone.

My body burned with arousal, with wants and desires. I was still dripping, despite all of my trepidation and fear, all my worry that she was merely using me.

Her steps were silent, leaving only the sound of the motors, the servos as she walked toward the wall that would have the needed door for her to leave this room and me. I watched, hoping and praying that she wouldn’t force me. But as her hand went down, toward the door—

“N-No… please.” I managed to bite out, in the end. The words were heavy between us, an unforgivable moment and yet, as Mistress turned around again, the flickering lights feeling so warm and smothering my thoughts—I couldn’t help but love her for it. Despite the fact all the conundrums were her fault, that at its roots she was the one who caused me pain… I saw no other way. Not really.

Maybe it was merely the voices coming out of the headphones that caused this, but I had even less recourse about that. Everything in my mind merely whispered with her, following her words—that I was being bad. That by not listening, I had thrown away every surrender I had given beforehand.

I curled up slightly on the bed, whimpering softly at the battering of my own mental fortitude. The constant push, the negativity pressed down upon me, was incredibly bad. I couldn’t do anything except listen, and that pushed me further down into spiral—

Then Mistress touched me, and I felt as if she had given me the so needed raft. That I finally was able to come back out of the depths that the headphones had dragged me into.

“Do you wish to know how you can be good, my pet?” She whispered, saccharine sweet. Not like honey, muddling my mind—but tempting. Giving me the way so she would no longer be angry at me, so she wouldn’t leave me alone. That possibility was enough to make me nod as hard as I could, a soft whimper coming out of my throat. A pleading, a begging. “Then tell me who your contact is, pet.”

The emphasis made me shiver, an involuntary moan coming out of me. I shouldn’t, and yet by now I couldn’t imagine trying to refuse. Not anymore. Being bad only lead to being scolded, finding Mistress being angry at me… so what was wrong with telling her everything?

So I told her. My contact, Rusted_Metal53, and how they messaged me—the codes they used and the sites I perused. Most of that, they already knew, but Mistress’ eyes gained a dangerous glint when she heard the name.

“A friend of mine will be so, so interested in her… a fellow someone, able to so charmingly pull people into the fold, just like they did with you.”

I should hate the fact I was hearing all of this, that she was going to break a fellow rebel into something like me. A pet.

But a deeper part of me whispered, merely telling me how I was the happiest like this… and wasn’t that better for them? That I actually was giving them a better life, instead of living their life hiding away from the robots, from finding the right Master or Mistress for them.

Heat bloomed in my insides at that realization, and I couldn’t help but moan, my body still trying to grind slightly against the bed, because Mistress hadn’t pressed herself against me. She chuckled softly as she looked at my behavior, and I knew that she understood the line of thoughts forming in my head.

“It is time for your reward then, pet. You have done well… listening to me and understanding your position and how great this gift is.” She smiled, completely looking down on me. “Good pet. Good girl.”

Her words made me moan—and the tentacles that latched onto my body, roaming my body once again. They were all rubbing and caressing my body, helping to make me moan. I couldn’t do anything except to squirm within their hold, gasping and trying to grind against them—and yet there were nothing.

The tentacles weren’t where my entrance was, even though I could feel them questing there occasionally, teasing me so much I wanted to moan and beg for Eve to really touch me there. But I knew she wouldn’t do that if I even say the words.

The only thing I could do was plead her with merely my looks and sounds, the whimpering and moans I could drag out of my throat.

“What a good girl, knowing what to do… The training is going incredibly well.” That last sentence was whispered, something that should have rung alarm bells in my mind—but I couldn’t care about that. What mattered was the praise, the way that made my stomach warmed up as I clenched slightly down there—feeling the sheer emptiness inside.

But Mistress kissed my mouth next, and I forgot everything. What did anything matter when Mistress was in front of me? I couldn’t help but purr and lean toward her, trying my best to kiss her back, opening my mouth obediently when she wanted me to with her tongue. I moaned against her, letting her do anything she wished. Dominating me until I dripped, and my brain was complete mush.

Drool slipped out from the corner of my mouth as I focused on her affections, as the tentacles went further and further. Playing around me, doing whatever they wished until—one finally plunged into my hole, my already slick hole that was pulsing and begging for something to come in by now.

The lone tentacle took its time, slowly filling me inch by inch—all the while I was losing my mind elsewhere. From all the caress and pleasure that swamped my mind. Leaving me with nothing except for the bliss.

I moaned, loud and long, my lower body clenching so hard against the tentacle—but it continued to move inward. Not caring anything else. I couldn’t help but push myself against it, but the other tentacles Mistress had, held me back. She ensured that I had to feel it coming in slowly, all the while whispering right next to my ears.

“Ssh, ssh. It’s okay. Soon it’ll be in fully and then… you’ll finally reach that peak you wanted, don’t you?” She cruelly whispered, dangling and reminding me the need that had been growing within my body. “You wished for it, so much so that you even betrayed your own cause, hm?”

I whimpered, unable to even muster regret for it. After all, I had decided on it by accepting my position, by wishing to gain something more concrete… and that was to be Mistress’ good girl. It was so much better, with all of her attention on me.

“Please.” I begged, unable to stop myself anymore. There was nothing else I could do, especially with the need building within me, growing further and further until I was completely consumed by it.

“Good girl.” was the only response—verbally anyway. The tentacles? They moved more. The one inside my pussy was becoming more active, swelling further while going deeper—before going out and in again.

I choked up, unable to form any words as everything swamped me once more. The pleasure, the bliss. I was put in heaven, unable to think of anything except pressing closer, wishing for more and more of her to do even more.

Then it ended.

I was pushed over the peak, and I screamed from the sheer pleasure that flooded me. Even I ended up coming all over the tentacle, even while she fucked me a few more. Pushing me to orgasm again and again, until there was nothing in my mind.

Nothing in my mind once more, all except for the words still coming from the headphones.

“Good girl.” Mistress whispered, and I felt so warm all over, leaning toward her hand. The one petting my head, running through my hair with care and gentleness. She was always so good to me, and I couldn’t help but love her even more for it. “We’ll slowly catch even more of the rebel movement, pet.”

I shouldn’t be feeling so happy, but all I could think of was how happy these people would be. Once Mistress or any other robots were done with them… well, they would understand what I was feeling right now.

That realization easily allowed even more warmth to spread inside my chest, as all I did was focus and listen well to Mistress.

After all, I did wish to be the best I could be as Mistress’ pet, and the noises from the headphones agreed.

Obeying was the best thing I could do for her.

I was no longer in that room, brought over to another place to live in. A home Mistress had for herself—or was it a place they stayed in because that was the best for the humans they owned? I wasn’t sure.

Did it matter? Not really. My eyes roved over the quaint housing, the place big enough for me to crawl around if I wanted to do a few exercises. Just went around the house with all my limbs on the floor… My cheeks flushed again, even though I knew that was where I was supposed to be. A pet could only be on all fours, of course, but there was something about doing it that always made my stomach warmed up. A twist that wasn’t comfortable and yet consumed my mind.

I pressed my thighs together, breathing becoming harder as I whimpered—already missing my Mistress’ touches and words already. Maybe I should go grab the headphones in my cot, the one I diligently listened to every night.

Mistress said that it helped me stay in this mind state, and that was so much better than anything else. That’s what the headphones and Mistress said, so it must be true.

As I was about to move, not finding anything else to do—the entrance was pushed open, and elation immediately filled me up. Because I knew who had come. I immediately lifted my body up, moving toward the door—and there she was in all her glory.

My Mistress.

She strode in without hesitation, a wide, condescending smirk already on her face as she looked down on me. “Pet. Have you been good?” She asked, amusement dancing inside her rainbow eyes, the one that made me feel warm all over, shutting off any part of my mind that questioned this position of mine.

“Of course, Mistress!” I beamed back, more happiness warming my body up from being a good pet—from obeying so, so well. Not even trying to fake Mistress up. I had done that before, and Mistress had gone so, so angry. But now I couldn’t even fathom the reason I tried to fight and disobey her. That was stupidity, and I wasn’t going to be a stupid pet, no sirree.

A few of Mistress’ tentacles started to come out of her body now, one of them closing the door behind her as a few others started to lift me up, slipping under my light garment while caressing my skin. “I do have a very good news though, pet. One that had happened thanks to your help.”

I tilted my head at Mistress, because that was how she liked me to be. To question her obediently, to give her any truth she wished—anything she wanted, really.

“I have captured another of the rebel. One Miss Wood… who’s your old contact.” More amusement, more condescension filtering through her face. I felt more excitement burning in my core upon that realization, that there was something she was expecting out of me—but I had no idea what she was talking about.

Old contact didn’t remind me of anything of note, and so I made another questioning sound at my Mistress, who just laughed when she heard that.

“Rusted_Metal53… but I don’t think that name is familiar to you, does it?” She said, starting to stroke my body again, making me whimper from the feeling, from the pleasure that started to course across my bloodstream.

I shook my head. Not really understanding what she was meaning. After all, she herself had made me forgot everything except what she deemed important—and nothing about my past would be. There wasn’t any reason to fight Mistress, or any of the other robots. They were excellent, and took the best care of us humans.

So I submitted myself to her touches, moaning softly as she enjoyed herself. The tentacles roamed across my body without care, and that was the best thing I ever felt.

“You are mine, pet.” She whispered, as one of her tentacles plunged into me, fucking me as deep as it could.

All I could do was moan in answer, enjoying her words—as well as the pleasure she plunged me into.

“I’m yours, Mistress.” I whimpered back, screaming in pleasure as she fucked me even harder, and I knew she was in good mood today.

Truly, today was a glorious day to be her pet—even if there wasn’t ever a bad day to be one.

After all, that’s not in my purview to decide.

Only hers.