“Yes ma-ster. I will o-bey.”

Riley pulled up short. It was Lauren’s voice. No surprise there, she had walked up right behind her friend, Lauren exactly where they’d said they’d meet. But Riley’s friend’s voice was completely flat, totally devoid of emotion, and the intonation had been so strange. That was before she got to what her friend had actually said…

“What the fuck, Lauren?!” Riley exclaimed.

Lauren quickly ended the call, her pretty, almond shaped-eyes wide as she swung around to face her friend. “Riley!” she smiled. Her friend thought it looked forced. At least Lauren’s voice wasn’t so flat anymore.

“Don’t Riley me,” the blonde insisted. “Was that Greg? I always knew he was into some freaky shit. I thought you dropped him?” Riley was sure that her friend had ended it with her boyfriend a couple of weeks back.

“I did!” Lauren exclaimed, hastily putting her phone away. “I did,” she continued more calmly. “But I decided to give him another chance.”

“Seriously?” Riley scoffed. “That loser? Why? You can do so much better than him, girlfriend. And what was with the ‘master’ and ‘obey’ shit?”

“Nothing,” Lauren insisted. “Just a game we were playing. Come on. Aren’t we supposed to be meeting Ashley for coffee?”

Riley wasn’t convinced. “This is not the last of this,” she huffed. “Wait until I tell Ashley.”

To her consternation, the redhead just laughed when Riley told her about what she’d heard.

“Seriously?” Ashley’s green eyes flashed in amusement, sizing up their other friend. “If she wants to play games with him, that’s her problem.”

“But she’s our friend,” Riley insisted. “So it’s, like, us too. We’re us!” They were the hottest girls on campus, at least in Riley’s opinion. Which, she reassured herself, was backed up with the looks they always drew. Lauren’s gorgeous features and svelte figure, courtesy of a Japanese mother and Canadian father. Ashley, shorter and a little curvier with wonderful wavy red hair. And herself, tall and blonde and with legs for days. And a body made for bikinis. Her social media pages were testament to that.

They were hot. Totally hot. Great bodies, great faces, great clothes. Hot.

“Greg’s a loser,” she muttered.

“Maybe,” Ashley shrugged. “But at least he’s not Logan.”

“Oh God,” Riley laughed. “Now there is a total loser. Always on about his experiments and trying to suck up to the tutors. Doesn’t he do engineering or something? Always going on about some stupid fucking machine he’s building? Total geek shit.”

“At least he’s only in one of our classes,” Lauren chimed in. “Could be worse.”

“Yeah,” Ashley teased. “But he’s always looking at you, Riley. I bet he tries asking you out soon.”

“That creep!” the blonde cried. “Let him try. It’ll be a kill-me-now moment. For him.”

“Oh!” Lauren exclaimed pointing to the door of the coffee house. “Is that him?”

“What?!” Abruptly, Riley swivelled around. The guy at the door definitely wasn’t Logan. He wasn’t thin and pale and didn’t have stupid glasses. He wasn’t that bad looking actually. “Very funny,” she snarled, turning back to her friends.

Just in time to catch an odd look the two shared.

“Finish up your coffee,” Ashley commented.

“What’s the rush?” Riley huffed.

“Class?” Lauren shot back. “We’ll only just make it.”

“Eh,” the blonde shrugged. “I don’t know if I could be bothered.”

“Well I want to go,” Riley’s brunette friend huffed.

“Since when have you been such a goody two shoes?” Riley sighed in exasperation. Her friends shot her a look. “Alright, alright. I’m drinking it. See? All done.” She showed the empty cup to her friends. Then blinked as the world spun. “Wha…?”

“Here, let us,” Ashley smiled, helping Riley out of her seat. The blonde could barely keep her feet under her. “And out we go,” the redhead continued, Riley supported between her two friends as they made their way to the door.

“She should be-” Lauren said as they headed outside. Then everything faded for Riley.

---

“Hello.”

Riley blinked. That hadn’t been Lauren. Or Ashley. She blinked again. Looked up from where she was sitting.

“Logan! You little fuck! What’s going on?!” Riley’s voice rose in panic as she tried to stand and couldn’t, realising that she was tied to whatever chair she was now sitting in. “Let me go you little fucker!”

“Temper, temper,” Logan chortled.

“How did I get here?” Riely snarled “I’ll have your balls!”

“Probably,” Logan shrugged, smiling as if enjoying some private joke. “And, to answer your question, it was thanks to them.” He waved theatrically to his left.

Riley had been so focussed on her captor she hadn’t even looked around. Her eyes went wide as her gaze took in the sight. “Ashley?!” she gasped. “Lauren?!”

Her friends were standing stiffly at attention, side by side, staring out blankly. That wasn’t the strangest thing about them. Riley’s friends were now dressed identically, in tiny tight hot pants and crop tops that could have passed for bikini tops. The outfits were completed by high-heeled, knee-high boots. Everything they wore was in shiny metallic silver.

Just like the lipstick adorning their lips.

“Ashley! Lauren!” Riley cried again, struggling with her bounds. “What the fuck have you done to them?! Why won’t they answer me?!”  She glanced down at herself, her eyes going wide as she realised that she was dressed identically to her friends. “You little fucker! Did you change my clothes?!”

“Questions, questions,” Logan sighed, wandering over to Riley’s friends. He pointed at one, then the other, as if trying to make up his mind. In the end, he landed on Ashley. “Ashley, how did Riley get here?”

“We dr-ugged her co-ffee, mas-ter,” the redhead replied, her voice as flat and emotionless as Lauren’s had been when Riley had overheard their other friend’s phone call. With the strange intonations and gaps between the words there was a mechanical edge to it. “Then we br-ought her here.”

“And why did you do that?” Logan grinned, his finger now pointing at Lauren.

“Be-cause you told us to, mas-ter,” the brunette replied, her voice just as flat and odd as her friend’s.

“The fuck!” Riley cried. “You little shit! Let me go! I’m, I’m…” She was so angry she couldn’t find the words.

“No,” Logan laughed, wandering over to her and casually resting his hands on the arms of the chair she was bound to so he could look into her eyes. “You’re not. Whatever it is you’re thinking. You’re going to become just like your friends.”

“What?!” For the first time, Riley was feeling a tendril of fear. Her friends were just standing there. So stiff.  Blank expressions on their faces. Almost like mannequins or something. “You’re, you’re joking, right? I mean these clothes. They’re like they’re out of some really old movie. Stupid right? This is just some joke. Right, girls?”

“No.” Logan smiled thinly as he straightened up. “This isn’t a joke. And I rather like the outfits. They’re just right for what they are now.”

“Wha-what?”

Instead of replying to Riley, Logan pointed at Ashley. “What are you?”

“I am Ash-ley Ro-bot,” the redhead replied in that tone Riley was starting to dread. “I am the pro-per-ty of Mas-ter Lo-gan.”

They way her friends looked and sounded wasn’t like a mannequin. Mannequins didn’t speak. Machines might. Or robots.

“And what about you, Lauren?” Logan grinned. “What are you and what do you do?

“I am Lau-ren Ro-bot,” Riley’s other friend replied, echoing the redhead. “I am the pro-per-ty of Mas-ter Lo-gan. I obey Mas-ter Lo-gan’s co-mmands.”

“Oh, come on,” Riley pleaded, trying to pull herself out of the chair. “This is just some joke, right? You’ve got with this stupid geek to pull some joke on me. Not funny, guys.”

“A joke?” Logan shook his head. “You think this is a joke. Well, do you think this is a joke?”

Standing in front of Lauren, Logan’s hand reached for her chest. Riley hadn’t noticed the zippers that held the sides of the tops together.

With an abrupt movement, Logan undid Lauren’s top, the sides falling away to reveal the brunette’s assets. Riley couldn’t breathe. Lauren wouldn’t let Logan do that. Not even for a joke.

Another quiver of fear shot through the blonde. Lauren’s nipples and areola were as silver as her lips. Her nipples looked disturbingly erect.

“Nice, aren’t they?” Logan grinned, shooting Riley a glance. Lauren just stood there, staring out, her gaze still vacant. “In case you’re wondering,” he added pointing at one the brunette’s nipples. “This isn’t like the lipstick. It’s permanent. Like a tattoo. Although more metallic.”

Riley just stared at her friend and her naked breasts.

“What can I do with your tits?” Logan asked.

“An-y-thing you want, mas-ter,” Lauren replied. “These are your tits to do with as you ple-ease.”

“Well then,” Logan grinned, groping the offered assets with both hands. “Still think this is a joke?” He shot Riley a glance, his hands not leaving Lauren’s breasts.

Riley just stared at the scene in horror.

“Maybe you’re still not convinced.” Logan moved from Lauren to Ashley, the brunette left standing at attention, her silver-tipped breasts still exposed, the nipples still painfully erect. “Is your cunt wet?” Logan asked the redhead.

“My cunt is al-ways wet for you, mas-ter,” Ashley replied, her flat tone a grotesque contrast to her words.

“Let’s see, shall we?” Logan grinned, Riley’s jaw dropping open in shook, as he thrust his hand inside Ashley’s hot pants.

Riley stared at the obscene sight. Even through the shiny fabric it was clear what Logan was doing, the outline of his hand moving rhythmically. “Yep, definitely wet,” he grinned. “Sopping even. Oh,” he continued, his hand obviously still keeping up its attentions to the redhead. “In case you’re interested, Ashley here is completely bald downstairs. No more carpet to match the drapes. Ever. Why is that, Ashley?”

“A ro-bot’s pu-ssy should al-ways be bare, mas-ter,” the redhead replied. Riley couldn’t believe that her friend’s expression didn’t move from its blank, empty state, not with what Logan was obviously doing. Ashley should be screaming, fighting back. Or, even if she liked it, showing some sign of pleasure. Instead she just stood there. Like a robot would.

“That’s right,” Logan grinned. “Nice and bare. And tight. Fuck, you’re tight. Now, remember, don’t cum unless I tell you too.”

“Yes, mas-ter,” Ashley declared. “I do not cum un-less you a-llow me to.”

“Good girl.” Logan removed his hand, shoving his fingers in Lauren’s mouth. The brunette simply sucked away, expressionless. It was Riley who gagged. After allowing Lauren to complete her attentions, Logan removed his hand, examining it. Apparently satisfied, he addressed Riley’s friends. “You two girls head upstairs. I need some alone time with your friend. I want you two sixtynining until I tell you to stop. Remember, no cumming. Oh, and leave the boots on.”

“Yes, mas-ter,” the pair replied in unison. “We will go up-stairs. We will six-ty-nine un-til you tell us to s-top. We will leave our boots on. We will not cum.” As one they turned and headed for the stairs, another thing Riley hadn’t noticed about the room. Lauren, her shiny tipped breasts still exposed, led the way up the stairs, the pair moving in disturbing unison.

“Lauren! Ashley!” Riley called. “Stop, Get me out of this! Tell this fucker where to shove himself!” The pair simply ignored her. “Why won’t you answer me?” she wailed.

Logan loomed over her. “You don’t matter to them, that’s why. Not anymore. They only listen to me.” He stepped back, apparently taking a moment to collect himself. “Now, you. Time for you to become like them.”

“I’m never going to do what you say, you fuck,” Riley spat, looking around the room for some way to escape. “What is this place anyway, your mother’s basement? Fucking geek!”

“Actually, no,” shot back in annoyance from the side of the room opposite the stairs. “This is my own place. How much of a loser do you think I am?”

“A total fucking loser!” Riley exclaimed. “This the only way you can get a girl? Turn her into a robot?”

“Maybe it is,” Logan shrugged, returning with a tripod on top of which was what looked like a cross between an old-fashioned camera and a raygun from some cheap sci-fi film. He placed the tripod in front of Riley, the device pointed at her. “Or maybe I’ve just got a thing for robot-girls. Oh, just so you know, their clits are silver now too. Just like those nipples. Permanent. Adds to the effect. Fuck, it looks good. I did yours while you were asleep.”

“What?!” Riley screamed, her stomach dropping at the sense of violation. “You, you haven’t. You couldn’t.”

“Oh, I have,” Logan chortled, leaving off his tinkering with the device and yanking down the zipper on Riley’s top. The sides of the skimpy garment fell away, her breasts now exposed to the room.

“No, no,” she whimpered, staring in horror at the now-silver tips of her breasts. “You don’t have to do this. Let me go. I won’t tell anyone.”

“What?” Logan scoffed, returning to the device. “And leave Ashley and Lauren with me? Some friend you are. Time to become a robot.”

“You,” Riley tried desperately. She didn’t want to believe that he could do this, but she couldn’t deny the evidence of how her friends had behaved. “You won’t get away with this. Someone will notice us missing. We can’t go around talking like some stupid robots.”

Logan didn’t even bother looking up from his adjustments. “Really? You didn’t notice. I grabbed Lauren two weeks ago. Why do you think she dropped her boyfriend? And she helped me get Ashley last week. I can just tell you to act like your old self. No-one is going to notice a thing. Well, they’ll probably notice you three hanging all over me, but that’ll be their problem.”

Riley just stared at him. Was he telling the truth? Had her friends been his toys and she hadn’t realised? They hadn’t seemed any different. “You’re, you’re lying.”

“I’m not,” Logan commented off-handedly. “But I don’t care if you believe me. Doesn’t matter.” He straightened up, patting the device. “This… Actually, I haven’t given it a name. Let’s call it the hypnoray. You’re the one who brought up old movies. Once I switch this on, you’ll believe anything I tell you. You can try fighting. Lauren did. Didn’t help her. Ashley just gave up, like a good girl. I think seeing what I’d done to Lauren knocked all the fight out of her.”

“Please,” Riley pleaded. “Don’t do this.”

Logan didn’t say a word, simply flipping a switch on the device. A beam shot out, striking Riley in the middle of her forehead. She tensed, not knowing what to expect. There was … nothing. She couldn’t even feel the beam. Logan was simply standing there looking at her.

Hypnoray? Loser-ray more like. She didn’t feel hypnotised, not that she was certain what that would feel like. She didn’t feel asleep or anything like that. Maybe she felt a little fuzzy. No, she was fine.

Logan flipped the switch again, the beam disappearing.

“Ha!” Riley cried. “Your stupid toy didn’t work! I’m not a robot!”

“Of course not,” Logan replied, his eyes fixed on her. “The beam has opened your neural pathways, but I haven’t told them what to do yet.”

“What?” It couldn’t be true. Riley certainly didn’t want it to be true.

“How long do you think it was on?” he asked.

“A minute or two?” Riley replied. She wasn’t even sure she’d wanted to reply but the words had just popped out.

“More like thirty,” Logan replied, smiling thinly.

“You’re, you’re lying.” Riley wished that she sounded more certain.

Logan didn’t bother answering that, instead simply saying, “You are not a person.”

“I’m … not?” That couldn’t be right. She was a person. Wasn’t she? Of course she was. But there was something nibbling away at the edges of her mind. Something making her question what she’d taken for granted. She started to doubt. Maybe Logan was …right? He’d said she wasn’t a person. Just thinking about what he’d said weakened her resistance. She tried, she tried so hard, but it just crumbled away. The words swept through her mind, erasing Riley’s basic certainties of what she was. She wasn’t a person. She had been. She wasn’t now. She didn’t know what she was. But she definitely wasn’t a person.

“You are a robot.” She was … a robot? Riley didn’t want to be a robot. She’d seen what her friends had been like. Empty, soulless, obedient. She didn’t want that. She might not be a person, but that didn’t mean that she had to be a robot. She could be a, a. Come on, girl, fight, she told herself. There had to be something. But Riley didn’t know what she could be. All that was left was what Logan had said. She was a robot. The idea, the concept, filled her mind. All the places that had been left empty by Logan’s previous utterance. Right down to the core of her being. She didn’t have to like it, but Riley knew it was true. She was a robot. She was still flesh and blood, but she wasn’t a person. She was a robot.

Even if she was a robot, she was still in control. Maybe Logan had screwed up. Just let the stupid geek wait until she was out of this chair. He’d see what an angry robot could do.

“You obey me.” No! Riley could feel her mind changing, re-formatting, much as she tried to fight it. She tried so hard. But it didn’t matter. She would obey Logan. She’d do anything he said. All of it. She had no choice. She hated him, even if she had to obey. But he’d left her some wriggle room. Riley pulled at her bounds again. He hadn’t told her not to.

“You have no feelings except those I tell you to have.”

What little was left of the blonde’s resistance vanished as another wave washed through her mind, leaving a void in its wake. All the anger, all the fear, her loyalty to her friends, her pride, everything Riley had ever felt, just gone. She relaxed into her chair, just sitting there. She didn’t feel anything. But she did know that she was robot, and that she had to obey.

“You have no thoughts except what I tell you to think.”

Even those thoughts were gone. Riley’s mind was empty. She sat there, her expression blank.

“Now we seal all that in place,” Logan muttered, flipping another switch, another beam emerging from the device. Riley didn’t react, just sitting there. She had no thoughts, no feelings. She was a robot.

“What are you?” Logan asked a few minutes later after he’d switched the device off again.

“I am a robot,” Riley replied, her voice empty of emotion. Understandable, as she didn’t feel any. “I am not a person.”

“And who do you obey?”

“You, Logan,” Riley replied flatly.

“Good,” Logan nodded. “But call me master. And when there’s no-one else around except me or your friends, talk like they did.”

“Yes mas-ter,” Riley replied, echoing the stilted speech of her friends. “I will call you mas-ter. When there is no-one else ar-round ex-cept you and my fr-riends I will talk like them.”

“Oh look at you,” Logan laughed. “The great Riley Robinson. Just another fucking robot girl. You know, with a name like that I might have done you anyway, even if you weren’t so hot. But you are hot. And you’re mine. Tell me that.”

“Yes, mas-ter,” Riley replied blankly. “I am yours.”

“Fucking right you are,” Logan muttered, undoing her bounds. “What else? Oh, right. Your cunt is always wet for me when you’re with me. Tell me that.”

“Yes, mas-ter. My cunt is al-ways wet for you when I am with you.”

“Well, let’s see,” Logan grinned happily. “Stand up and lose the hot pants.”

Riley obeyed. There were no thoughts. Logan hadn’t told her to think. There was no shame, no embarrassment at what she was about to do. Those were feelings. She had no feelings. She unzipped the hot pants, the garment dropped into her ankles before she stepped out if it. She left it there. He hadn’t told her to do anything with it. Her folds gleamed with her wetness. Not that she noticed. She also didn’t notice that she was totally bare. Or that there was a hint of silver where her nub winked out. She wouldn’t have cared even if she had noticed. Master hadn’t told her to.

“Go over to the bench. Lean on it. Oh fuck! That arse! Spread your legs. Yeah, like that!” Logan’s eagerness was a marked contrast to the blank expression on Riley’s face. “Your legs in those boots. Fuck. You are never getting out of heels, you hear me!”

Behind her, Riley could hear the sound of pants being undone and dropped the floor. She didn’t even react as his cock thrust inside her.

He hadn’t told her to.

“So tight,” Logan muttered as he thrust away, one hand on her shoulder, the other on her hip. “All you bitches are so fucking tight. Start feeling this. You love being fucked by me. Tell me that.”

Feelings filled the void that was Riley’s mind. Arousal. Pleasure. “I love be-ing fuc-ked by you, mas-ter.”

“Damn right you do!” Logan exclaimed as he pumped away. “You love this. Any way I tell you to take it. Anything I do. But you don’t get to cum unless I say so. Tell me that.”

“I will not cum un-less you tell me to, mas-ter.”

“That is so hot.” Logan’s hand slipped down to pinch a silver nipple. Riley moaned in pleasure. He’d told her that she loved what he did to her.

“I want you to cum when I do. The best orgasm you’ve ever had. But not before. And every time I thrust into you, I want you to say ‘I am Riley Robot, your robot fucktoy.’”

He thrust into her. She knew what to do. “I am Ri-ley Ro-bot, your ro-bot fuck-toy.”

She was a robot. She obeyed. “I am Ri-ley Ro-bot, your ro-bot fuck-toy.”

She was a robot fucktoy. His robot fucktoy. “I am Ri-ley Ro-bot, your ro-bot fuck-toy,”

She felt pleasure. He’d told her to. Her voice lost some of that flatness. “I am Ri-ley Ro-bot, your ro-bot fuck-toy.”

She felt his load spray inside her. “I, uh, am R-Ri-ley Ro-b-bot, your, uh, ro-bot fuck-toy,” she screamed, pleasure like she’d never known flooding her body.

“Yes, you fucking are,” Logan whispered, leaning into her ear. “That’s what you’ll always be. You and those other two bitches. God, I can’t wait to see you fucking them. And then I’ll take all three of you together. You’ll be all over me in public. All three of you. You’re mine, got that. Mine! My fucktoy robot!”

More pleasure snaked through Riley the robot. She was his. A fucktoy. A robot.

She always would be.

(the End)