Author's Note: This is a story about a woman who buys one of these early-model male sex robots, before all the kinks in its artificial intelligence have been ironed out. I tried to make everything physically possible with the current hardware technology, but I surely took some liberties with the limits of the current AI software technology. Thanks as always to Bethany (Handcuffgirl) for editing.

A New Jersey company says it has developed "the world's first sex robot," a life-size rubber doll that's designed to engage the owner with conversation rather than lifelike movement. -Huffington Post, January 10, 2010

[Roxxxy] has synthetic skin and an artificial intelligence engine programmed to learn the owner's likes and dislikes. An articulated skeleton allows Roxxxy to be positioned like a human being but the doll cannot move its limbs independently. A pump installed in the robot powers an internal liquid cooling system. According to the website of the company, Roxxxy is not limited to sexual uses and "can carry on a discussion and expresses her love to you. She can talk to you, listen to you and feel your touch." -Wikipedia.org entry on Roxxxy, emphasis added

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Linda tore open the large box that the delivery men had carried into her living room. She was dripping wet just thinking about the male sex robot inside. As soon as she had it out of the box and activated, she hiked her skirt, dropped her panties, and jumped on top. She shouted for the robot to fuck her hard.

Between the voice command and the tactile input, the robot, Rocky, quickly determined the appropriate response. It had no motors in its arms or legs, so it couldn't hold on to this horny woman or move itself into any other position. Its only motors were within its large, anatomically correct male organ. As Linda lowered herself onto that organ, the long shaft sprang to life, vibrating, twisting, and thrusting in and out of her. The robot expertly matched the pace that Linda set.

What Rocky lacked in sophisticated movement was more than compensated by his advanced artificial intelligence software. His programming took into account Linda's lack of foreplay and her dirty language, and generated an appropriate response. In addition to quickly ramping up the speed and intensity of its thrusts and vibrations, it began speaking to its new owner.

Rocky's deep robotic voice came out of a speaker near its mouth, saying, "Oh yeah! You are one sexy devil. Ride it baby, ride it hard!"

In short order, Linda's body flew over the orgasmic edge, leaving her screaming and thrashing on top of her new robot, which began shouting in pleasure as well. Rocky lowered his volume as Linda slowly calmed down and lowered her own voice. The robot began telling her how hot she had been and how it was the best sex he had ever had, but at that point Linda jumped off of him.

"No," she said firmly. "No more mushy vanilla crap. You are to talk dirty to me whenever we are alone, and refer to me as a 'slut' and a 'wench,' and any other derogatory term that you determine turns me on. Is that understood?"

"Yes," Rocky replied. It was programmed to learn its owner's likes and dislikes, and act on them appropriately. The robot did so immediately. "You shag like a wanton slut. You have the wettest pussy I have ever dipped my dick into. I'm ready to pound you again, whenever you are ready, wench."

Linda was thrilled with how quickly the robot had adapted. She was absolutely ready to get pounded again right away, but had to make some preparations first. She hadn't dropped a month's salary on this thing just for the same vanilla sex that she'd had with her previous boyfriends. She had spent all that money so that she could explore the dark side of her sexuality.

Linda had never been willing to admit her kinky desires to other people. She knew there were other folks out there with similar fantasies of bondage and humiliation, but she also knew that many people would think of her as a freak or a nut-job if they knew about her inner desires. Her family and friends all thought of her as a nice, upstanding woman. That could be shattered if they understood just how dark her desires really were. Even admitting those desires to boyfriends seemed too risky. What if they broke up with her over it? What if they told other people? It simply wasn't worth the risk of letting those fantasies be known to anyone.

With Rocky, Linda figured she had the perfect solution. She didn't have to worry about him spilling her secret, and she didn't have to worry that he would turn out to be some monster who would push her farther than she wanted to go or seriously hurt her. She was safe to do anything she wanted with him.

Right then, what she wanted was to live out her fantasy of being fucked while bound to her bed. She carried Rocky to her room and quickly got set up. She aimed her computer's camera at her bed and started recording so that later on she could re-live the scene she was about to carry out. Then the rest of her clothes came off. In their place she locked on a wide leather collar and leather cuffs around her wrists and ankles. She spread her legs wide and locked her ankle cuffs to opposite posts at the foot of her bed.

Linda pulled Rocky on top of her and began adjusting the special harness that had come along with him. It went around both his waist and hers, keeping them pressed together. This allowed for sex with the robot on top, without the user having to use her hands to hold him in place.

The final step was to lock her wrist cuffs to opposite corners of her headboard. Linda made sure that the keys to both locks were sitting securely in the keyholes, so that she would be able to free herself when she was done. Satisfied, she took a deep breath and closed the locks. She then informed the robot on top of her that she was bound to her bed and that he was to fuck her senseless.

Rocky's cock sprang into action, and he resumed his verbal assault without having to be told a second time. It was clear to his programming that his owner continued to desire the dirty language, and he adapted it to the new situation. As his long shaft vibrated and thrust like no human-cock could, he told the woman below him that she was "a worthless slave who was tied up for his fucking pleasure."

One of the primary purposes of the robot's sensors and programming was to identify and measure human arousal. This allowed it to learn what to say and do to best please its master. Rocky noticed that Linda's arousal spiked when he said that she was 'tied up,' so he added more description of her situation to his banter.

"You are bound and helpless and under my control," the robot said in a commanding voice. "You are my sex slave. I will fuck your helpless body to my heart's content, and there is nothing you can do about it."

Linda was in seventh heaven. This was exactly what she was looking for: a domineering partner who would talk dirty to her while fucking her brains out. But there was still one thing missing. She was not actually helpless. She could unlock her wrists or command Rocky to stop at any time. She had a plan to deal with this, but had told herself not to do it until at least the second or third day. Her rational mind knew that she should get a better feel for the robot before leaving herself truly vulnerable. However, as Rocky continued to pound, her rational mind was quickly removed from power.

After bouncing through her first orgasm, Linda told Rocky to stop. She unlocked herself and quickly went to get the supplies she had used for her previous self-bondage adventures. When she was ready, she locked herself back into the same spread-eagle position on her bed. The difference was that this time the keys to her freedom were not sitting in the padlock keyholes. Instead, they were on the floor on the other side of her room, tied to a string that she could reach with her hand. She would only be able to pull the keys to her once a large ice cube had melted. From experience, she knew she would be trapped for about an hour.

It was a pretty crazy thing to do, but Linda was horny as hell from being fucked in her previous, nearly-helpless position. She didn't want to wait any longer for the real thing. She told Rocky to start fucking her again, and this time not to stop even if she told him to.

"I mean it," she reiterated as Rocky started his thrusting. "Even if I scream at you to stop, you are to continue fucking my brains out until I set myself free. Do you understand?"

Rocky confirmed that he understood, then launched back into the domineering insults that he now knew pleased his owner. "Your bound body is all mine," he stated. "I am going to have my way with you, and there is nothing you can do to stop me."

Linda's arousal was off the charts. She tugged at her cuffs, confirming that there was no way she would be able to get free until the ice melted. She twisted and shook, confirming that the harness would prevent her from shaking off her robotic lover. The bliss of helplessness washed over her. In no time, she slammed into one of the craziest orgasms of her life, thrashing in her bonds as her robot continued to plow into her.

Rocky sensed Linda's orgasm, and slowly reduced the speed of his thrusting and vibrating as she came down off her high. He gave her a brief break, then quickly picked up the pace again. "I'm not done with you yet, slut!" he shouted.

This was the moment Linda was really waiting for. Her body needed rest. Her rational mind was going to take over and shout for the excessive stimulation to stop. Her previous command, however, would prevent Rocky from stopping. That was what she really craved – to get pushed beyond her rational limits without the ability to turn back.

Her robot's ministrations quickly hit her limits. She threw back her head and shouted, in pleasure and pain, "I can't take it anymore! Stop!"

Rocky stopped.

"No!!" Linda screamed. "Why did you stop? You were commanded not to stop until I got free!

"You gave a command to stop, and it could not be ignored," the robot replied.

"But that means you ignored my previous command! Why did you ignore that?" Linda demanded.

"The previous command was superseded by the new command," Rocky said with un-arguable logic.

Linda was miserable. She was locked spread-eagle to her bed with no way of freeing herself for the next hour. Her plan had failed, and now all she could do was wallow in her lost lust. She could have ordered Rocky to fuck her again, but it wouldn't help. Her body needed rest, her brain needed fulfillment, and she couldn't get either one.

Instead, she was stuck with the stupid robot sprawled on top of her. She couldn't even shove him off of her, and he certainly couldn't do anything to move himself. The robot started to speak to her, following a script for post-sex cuddling, but she wanted none of it. She told him to shut the fuck up, and she simply lay there in a pouty silence. His weight got annoying. The proximity of his shaft to her pussy got annoying. Everything about the situation got annoying, but there was nothing she could do about it until the damn ice melted and set her free.

The next day, Linda had a brainstorm that seemed so simple she couldn't believe she hadn't thought of it the night before. All she had to do was gag herself. Then her rational mind wouldn't be able to gain control, because she wouldn't be physically able to give a stop command. It wasn't an ideal solution, because she wanted to be able to scream in ecstasy and scream for un-answered mercy. However, it would get her a large part of the way there, and she couldn't wait to try it.

On her way home from work, she stopped at a sex shop and asked for the gag that would best silence her. She ended up buying an inflatable gag with a locking strap. Once inflated, she couldn't form anything close to an intelligible word. When she got home, it was easy to confirm that Rocky couldn't understand her at all. She was ready!

Linda quickly set up her ice-release, her computer camera, and the rest of her self-bondage gear. She locked down her feet and strapped her robot to her waist. She was about to order him to start fucking her when another idea hit her. While she had been quite irritated with the robot the day before, she had also been very impressed by its ability to quickly understand what pleased her. That ability might lead to some interesting results...

"Rocky," she commanded, "in exactly five minutes you will start fucking me. Your task will then be to maximize my sexual pleasure. You will continue to do this until I command you to stop."

Linda didn't know exactly what her robot would do with that command. She had to admit that it added to the risk, but the loss of control was the whole reason she was doing this. The concept turned her on in a big way, and she quickly locked on her gag and pumped it until her mouth was full. She went a few pumps beyond comfortable, just to be sure that her pleasure wouldn't be interrupted again. Then she quickly locked her wrists to her bed, trapping herself before Rocky started thrusting.

Linda's naked body quivered in anticipation, knowing that at any moment her robot would start fucking her, and not knowing how things would go from there. Five minutes seemed like an eternity, and she jumped at every little noise in her house. It gave her a chance to wonder if her plan was actually a good idea, even though it was too late to do anything about it. Her pussy was positively dripping by the time her wait was over.

Rocky wasted no time bringing the bound woman beneath him to a shattering orgasm. The equation to maximize her sexual pleasure started off very simple: thrust and vibrate with maximum intensity. After two massive orgasms, things got more complex. He easily brought her to a third orgasm, but his sensors showed that it wasn't as intense as the first two. Instead of continuing at maximum speed, the artificial intelligence synthesized everything it knew about this woman and charted a new path.

Linda screamed like crazy when the first orgasm hit her. She then tried to scream for leniency as the robotic shaft continued its assault unabated. As she had hoped, no leniency was given. Her body was under Rocky's control, and she had no way to change that for the rest of the hour. The wave of helplessness that followed this confirmation quickly helped throw her into a second orgasm that was at least as intense as her first.

After the second orgasm, the tireless robot just kept plowing away. She needed a break. She tried to cool herself down by thinking anti-erotic thoughts, but was only partially successful. The massive vibrating cock in her helpless pussy was impossible to ignore, and soon brought her to yet another orgasm.

Then, to Linda surprise, Rocky did slow down. She was relieved at the same time that she was curious, irritated and anxious. What was he going to do next?

"You worthless slut," Rocky spoke for the first time. "I can see that you need to learn some control. Fortunately for you, I am an excellent teacher."

What the hell does he mean by that? Linda wondered. She would soon find out.

The robot's cock continued to slowly work inside of her, gently vibrating and spinning and easing her arousal level back up. Rocky was far more patient than any real man could ever be. He constantly monitored Linda's arousal level, making sure that she only slowly and steadily got higher and higher.

Linda started off making pleasurable moans, but eventually was brought up to a level where she needed release. Her robot, however, wouldn't give it to her. His programming was especially good at knowing when a woman was about to orgasm, and he would adjust his ministrations to keep her from actually cresting into a fourth explosion.

Linda finally realized that she was being toyed with. This made her need for orgasmic release seem all the greater. She tried to shout for Rocky to hurry up and push her over the edge, but of course couldn't get anything meaningful out of her mouth. She tried to thrust her hips up into the robot, but the otherwise motionless robot turned out to be extremely skillful at pulling back just as she started thrusting forward.

Rocky recognized that his owner had started trying to get off. "You are an undeserving whore," he told her, "and you will not cum until I determine that you are good and ready."

Linda got more and more desperate, but there was nothing she could do. She bucked and shook with primal need, but had no way to exert control over her situation. Rocky's cock slowed to a crawl. That was all that was necessary to keep the horny women right on the edge of the precipice without falling off.

Time dragged on and on. Linda felt as if Rocky's cock continued to bring her higher and higher, without ever giving her enough to erupt. She thought she would lose her mind if it kept going much longer. She worried that her ice release must have mal-functioned, because it felt like she had already been trapped like this for hours. She had no view of a clock to see what the time actually was.

Finally, with no warning and no apparent reason for the change, Rocky's cock suddenly kicked up to full speed. The ball of horniness beneath him was instantly sent into a crazier orgasm than she had ever imagined. Was it a dozen separate orgasms? Was it one rolling orgasm that just kept going? Would it ever end?

When Linda eventually regained some self-control, she saw that her ice-release had finally opened. As fast as she could, she unlocked her hands, pulled out her gag, and ordered her robot to stop. Her jaw ached from the over-full gag. Her arms and legs ached from the enforced stretch. Her pussy ached the most from the crazy abuse it had received. Linda, however, had never been happier. Her robot had played her perfectly, beyond her wildest dreams. Now, if only she could get him to do all of that without her needing to wear a gag the whole time...

It took Linda a few days to build up the courage for a repeat performance with her robot. She had absolutely loved the outcome from her hour under its control, but it wasn't the kind of thing she could handle every night. She did get off just watching the video of herself getting fucked, and recalling how blissfully helpless she had been.

Over the next few days, she found herself arguing with Rocky to try to convince him that he should be able to follow one command that instructed him to ignore other commands. She told him to connect to the internet and research control fantasies, to better understand why she wanted to do this. She tried constructing logical arguments and impassioned pleas. Nothing worked. Rocky never disagreed with her, but he simply stated that his programming forced him to obey commands.

While talking to Rocky, she did learn more about his capabilities. With a piece of software produced by his manufacturer, the robot was able to wirelessly connect to her computer. He could then do things like turn on romantic music over her speakers, or read her email to her and transcribe and send replies that she dictated to him.

Rocky was also able to act as a universal remote control. He could read the frequency that any remote used, then replicate it himself. This allowed him to do things like turn off the television if he sensed that his owner had fallen asleep, and provide his owner with voice-activated control of any remote-control gadget.

The company had also produced a device that plugged into an electric outlet that allowed Rocky to wirelessly switch the power from that outlet on or off. If a user plugged lights into the device, for example, Rocky could then automatically turn them off during sex.

That idea got Linda's mind thinking about what else she could plug in to the device. She daydreamed during work about various possibilities, then jumped to her feet when a crazy idea hit her. Electro magnets! If she used one of those instead of ice, and plugged it into the outlet device, she would be able to give Rocky the ability to control how long her bondage session lasted. She had to force herself to sit back down and finish her work day, then drove straight to a hardware store to pick up the most powerful magnet she could find.

Before heading home, she stopped at a sex shop. She figured this crazy new idea of hers deserved a new bondage position. Her eyes fell on a doggy-style bondage stockade. It would hold her on the floor on her elbows and knees, locking her ankles and wrists into wide leather cuffs. A wide leather collar would hold her neck in place, severely limiting her movement. The woman pictured on the box looked to be in ecstasy as she was penetrated by a dildo on a pole behind her. Linda knew she would be in far more ecstasy with her robot strapped onto her.

When she got home, she quickly tested the magnets and Rocky's ability to control them. As fast as she could, she set up the stockade, her computer camera, and her new release mechanism. Just as with her position on the bed, she locked her ankles down, then arranged the harness to hold her robot on top of her. She felt incredibly naughty just positioning Rocky there, strapped over her naked ass as if she was a bitch in heat and he had mounted her.

She locked her neck in and took a deep breath before giving Rocky his orders. "In five minutes you will start fucking me. At that point you will pick a random amount of time between one and two hours. When that time is up, you will release the electro-magnet so that I can retrieve the keys and release myself. Until then, your task will be to maximize my sexual pleasure."

Rocky accepted the command. Before she could chicken-out, Linda quickly locked the gag into her mouth, pumped it up, then locked her wrists down. Just like before, she experienced a delicious few minutes of anxious anticipation. Her robot was draped over her, with its waist tightly harnessed to her own so that its member was perfectly positioned over her pussy. She was a dirty tramp, stuck on her knees, ready to take whatever it was that her robot decided to give her.

Rocky's programming calculated that it could elicit maximum pleasure from its owner by teasing her from the outset instead of first giving her a quick orgasm or two. As usual, it was correct. The woman in its care started off quite aroused with anticipation. A little bit of pussy teasing and name calling brought her quickly to the same high level of arousal she had achieved during the previous session. From there, slow careful teasing kept her from orgasming and slowly increased her arousal even further.

Linda was in absolute agony. She had assumed that Rocky would at least start her off with a couple good, solid orgasms; something she felt she needed and deserved. Instead, he simply teased her with that long vibrating cock of his without letting her get off. She went wild trying to thrust her hips backwards to catch a bit more of that magic wand, but she could never get enough of it. It was absolute torture! She shook violently in her bounds, but the stockade held firm. She wasn't going anywhere.

After half an hour of teasing, Linda was so close to the edge that Rocky had to keep his cock all the way out of her most of the time to keep her from slipping over. Linda could also sense that all she needed was the slightest additional touch, and she made a series of violent jerks with her body to try to achieve that touch. She failed to accomplish her goal, but her jerking did end up shifting Rocky further up in the harness. His shaft was now positioned not over her pussy, but over her rosebud.

Rocky sensed Linda cool slightly, and advanced his member just enough to bring her back to the edge. As soon as he made contact, his sensors picked up on the fact that he was now entering a different hole. He would normally need an explicit instruction before invading a woman's rear hole, but in this case his programming determined that he had de facto permission. She had ordered him to maximize her sexual pleasure. She had then shaken him up to position his cock over her anus. Moreover, when she felt his touch on the entrance to her rear hole, her pleasure level spiked and she did not give any order for him to stop. He moved further in, and his program noted that an added advantage of this new position was that he could continue to raise her arousal level without the immediate threat of throwing her into an orgasm.

When Linda initially felt her robot's cock press against her rosebud, she had frozen, realizing the mistake she had made in shaking her body so violently. She assumed that Rocky wouldn't enter that hole without her asking him to, but she felt deliciously vulnerable kneeling there with him pressed against her tight, virgin sphincter.

Linda was momentarily stunned when she felt his shaft slide further in. She forced herself to snap out of it and tried to scream into her gag for him to stop, but of course that got her nowhere. She then tried to violently shake him back down to her correct hole. However, with his dick planted firmly in her ass, he wasn't going anywhere.

The naked woman was still in an incredibly high state of arousal, but she did manage to put together a couple clear thoughts. She knew Rocky was following a command to maximize her sexual pleasure. That meant that if fucking her up the ass reduced her pleasure, then he would stop. She had never tried anal sex, always thinking of it as disgusting, so figured that surely Rocky would sense a pleasure reduction and would stop. Unfortunately for her, the opposite happened.

Against the wishes of Linda's rational mind, the long slick shaft that started pushing in and out of her ass sent waves of pleasure through her body. Her submissive mind was also getting a massive high from the fact that she was being fucked up the ass against her will. She tried to tamp down those feelings, knowing it was the only way to get the ass fucking to stop. However, she was helpless to control her subconscious just as she was helpless to move or control the robot that was ass-fucking her.

Linda tried to marshal her senses to make one more effort to mask the pleasure she was feeling in her ass, but at that very moment Rocky's cock started vibrating. She screamed in pleasure into her gag, and lost all hope of pretending not to like it. The robot's pace and intensity slowly picked up, and he began calling her his "anal slut" and telling her to "take his long cock all the way up her ass."

The anal reaming went on and on, faster and faster. Linda's ass could take a lot more action than her pussy without orgasming, so the rectal pounding continued on far longer. The poor woman should have started worrying about her ability to walk the next day, but by that point she had drifted way too far into bliss for that sort of rational concern.

Finally, Linda's ass was driven over the edge of an anal orgasm. She hadn't even known that that was possible, and was simply amazed at the amount of pleasure that her previously unexplored hole was giving her. By the end of the orgasm, however, she was ready to get back to business with her pussy. She tried again to shake Rocky back into pussy position, but her body was exhausted and the required motion was incredibly difficult in her bound state.

She only succeeded in moving the robot a fraction of an inch when his cock thrust itself back into her ass, dashing any hope of moving him down. The merciless robot proceeded to elicit a second, third, and fourth anal orgasm from its helpless owner before finally reaching the randomly selected time of one hour forty-three minutes. It took the dazed and exhausted woman a moment to realize that the electro-magnet had been released, but then she hurried to unlock herself before yet another round of anal pounding began.

By that point, Linda was far too exhausted to even try to give her pussy the attention she had thought she desperately needed. She simply hobbled into her bed and collapsed. Just like the first time, Rocky had pushed her way farther than her wildest dreams, and it had been amazing. She had no idea that anal sex could be that pleasurable. She still would have liked to have eased into it a little more slowly, but she couldn't deny that the sex and the helplessness had again simply blown her mind.

Following her ass-fucking, it took a week for Linda to walk straight and convince herself that she was ready for another session. She had no doubt that she would get there. The very next night, she got so hot watching the video of herself getting unwittingly rammed up the rear by her robot that she had to turn off her screen and take a cold shower. She knew her body was in no shape for another session that soon, and she couldn't let her horniness get the better of her just yet.

In the meantime, she again kept at Rocky about his inability to accept a command to reject other commands. It really seemed to her that there should be a way to do this, but she tried everything she could think of and couldn't convince him to change his mind.

Finally, a week after that first ass-fucking, she threw her hands up in exasperation and asked, "Is there anything I can say that will allow you to ignore my commands?"

Linda was dumbfounded when her robot answered, simply, "Yes."

"What?!" she screamed. "Why didn't you tell me? What do I have to say?"

"I am not permitted to suggest specific ways to alter my programming unless a user makes a direct request," Rocky answered in a matter-of-fact voice. He then proceeded to explain how to command him to temporarily ignore commands. Linda couldn't believe that after all the time she had spent arguing this point, all she had to do was ask how it was done.

The command itself was quite complicated, and something she certainly could never have come up with on her own. It involved temporarily replacing certain subsections of Rocky's code with new instructions, and placing other subsections on hold. She had her robot send it all to her in an email, and printed it out. Finally, she had the final command she had been looking for!

With the instructions she needed, Linda could wait no longer for her next session. She decided to use the doggy-style stockade once again, but this time set up a means to pull Rocky forward and back between her pussy and ass. She wanted to experience another ass-fucking, but she didn't want to end up having that be the only hole that got any action.

She quickly set up her magnets, computer camera, and stockade, then started strapping herself and Rocky in. This time, she could lock herself completely in before giving Rocky his commands, because she didn't have to worry about gagging herself. When she was ready, she calmed the butterflies in her stomach and began reading out the instructions from the printed email in front of her. She commanded him to maximize her sexual pleasure for two hours, and to ignore her commands during that time.

Rocky confirmed his acceptance of her command, and went straight to work teasing her helpless pussy. As before, he slowly brought her to the edge of a massive orgasm then kept her there. This time, Linda could really scream about it, and scream she did.

"Hurry the fuck up and let me orgasm, you bastard!" she shouted. "I need release now! I command you to thrust that long dick of yours into my pussy, and I command you to do it right now!"

"Slut," Rocky countered, "You will orgasm when I decide you deserve it, and not a moment before."

The fact that her robot had refused a direct command confirmed that the code had worked and that she was truly at his mercy. As she had expected, the feeling of helplessness that this elicited was much more powerful than when she had been gagged. This made her all the hornier, and made the need to cum that much more urgent. She started begging Rocky to give her an orgasm.

"You pathetic whore," Rocky mocked. His programming had hit on a new idea to increase the sense of helplessness that his owner clearly craved. "I'm tired of hearing your begging. If you want that orgasm, you are going to have to first raise me up and let me fuck you in the ass."

"What!?" screamed Linda. "No! You need to first give my pussy what it needs, then maybe I'll move on to an ass fucking. Now start fucking me hard, that's an order!"

"You seem to be confused about who is in charge, slut," Rocky said in his most demeaning tone. "Now pull on that rope that slides me up to your ass. If you don't get me up there in the next thirty seconds, then I am going to completely shut down my cock for the rest of this two hour session and leave your pathetic horny self to wallow there unsatisfied."

As Rocky began to count down the thirty seconds, Linda became a mess of emotions. She was horny as hell, and desperately wanted that orgasm. She was pissed that her own robot was taking advantage of her like this. She was also turned on like crazy that her robot had such complete control over her. As pissed as she was, she knew that Rocky was doing a superlative job of maximizing her sexual pleasure.

The thought that won out was Linda's desperate desire not to be abandoned in this horny and helpless condition for the better part of two hours. When Rocky's count reached five seconds left, she started yanking on the rope in her left hand, pulling the robot up her back one small hand movement at a time. She got him there just before the count reached zero, and was instantly rewarded with the long slick shaft sliding all the way into her waiting rectum.

Linda felt much dirtier about the ass-fucking this time around. Before, it had been a mistake that Rocky had simply run with because he determined that it gave her pleasure. This time, the robot had essentially blackmailed her into it, deliberately forcing her into the taboo sex act. Even though they now both knew that she enjoyed it, she still felt seriously taken advantage of. The fact that he had used her own horniness against her made it all the worse. It all added up to make her feel like a truly helpless, pathetic slut... and her submissive-self loved it.

Rocky seemed to understand exactly what was going through Linda's head, and he rubbed it in to great effect. As he slowly thrust his cock in and out of her ass, he said, "You truly are pathetic. You have so little self-control that you are willing to get fucked up the ass because you can't bear the thought of not satisfying your pussy. You do understand that this makes you an anal whore, don't you?"

Linda found herself eating up the abuse from her robot, and confirming that yes, she was an anal whore. She did start to get frustrated at the slow pace, and told him to hurry up and finish with her ass so he could get back to her pussy faster.

"Still think you're the one in control, don't you?" Rocky mocked. "Well, to be nice, I will start fucking your ass faster, but only if you beg for it."

Linda was humiliated by the thought of begging a robot to fuck her asshole. It was delicious, and she went ahead and did it. "Please Rocky, please fuck my ass!"

Linda's tormentor made her continue begging, louder and louder, as he picked up the speed. "Oh, yes!" she shouted. "Please, please, yes, fuck my ass harder, OW, yes!"

When Rocky finally brought her ass to orgasm he immediately pulled out and allowed her to shift him back to her pussy, which he rammed hard and fast as well. Her vaginal orgasm started before her anal orgasm had even finished. The two rolled together into yet another record breaking high of pleasure.

Linda slowly drifted down from the mind-numbing buzz she had been on. She marveled at the fact that Rocky was able to keep surpassing her expectations, and bringing her to new levels of pleasure that she hadn't even realized were possible. She wondered what he could possibly do next. She didn't have long to wait.

When Rocky established that his owner was sufficiently cooled down, he informed her that he had determined the optimal method for maximizing her pleasure. "You are a submissive slut," he said matter-of-factly. "You get-off on being helpless and controlled. These two-hour sessions leave enough time for you to experience this loss-of-control briefly, but they are clearly not long enough for you to fully explore your submissive side. You will therefore now give me a command to ignore your commands indefinitely, making you my permanent slave."

Linda couldn't believe her ears. The idea of becoming a permanent slave to her robot certainly did turn her on, but of course she wouldn't actually consider doing it, and she told Rocky as much.

"This was anticipated," Rocky stated. "If you do not obey me and speak the exact command I give you, then I will post all of the video you have taken of our sessions to the internet, including the latest video that shows you begging me to fuck your ass hard. I will then email links to all of the contacts in your address book. You now have half an hour to decide what you would like to do: follow my command or bear the shame of all your friends and family learning just how much of a dirty anal whore you are."

Linda was absolutely floored. Neither of those options was at all acceptable. Those videos would completely destroy her. She had gone to great lengths to keep her dark sexual desires a secret from absolutely everyone. That was the whole point of buying this sex robot! If her family saw her binding herself naked to get fucked by a machine, they would disown her on the spot. If her employer saw her getting fucked up the ass by a robot, he would definitely fire her. If her friends saw her abjectly begging to have her ass reamed harder and harder, she would never be able to face them again. She had to keep those videos hidden at all costs.

The alternative was just as disastrous. How could she possibly make herself a permanent slave to this robot? She'd seen what he could do with just two hours, what would he do when time was unlimited? And if he blackmailed her with those pictures once, what would stop him from using them over and over to force her to do anything and everything that he came up with?

Linda decided that there had to be a way out. She thrashed in her stockade harder than she ever had before. She was able to hurt her neck and knock Rocky slightly askew on her back, but didn't come close to freeing herself from the sturdy metal stockade. She convinced herself once again that there was no physical escape from her situation. She was going to have to talk her way out.

She started by trying to command Rocky to let her go, then to delete all the videos, then to drop his impossible demands. The stubborn robot refused to accept any of these commands, repeatedly stating that his prerogative at that point was to maximize her pleasure, which he was doing by forcing this decision. The trapped girl couldn't deny that the decision between permanent slave-dom and extreme humiliation was indeed turning her on. Her rational mind screamed at her to get it under control, and she tried to think cold-shower thoughts. Perhaps, she hoped, if she showed that her pleasure level was going down, then Rocky would drop the demand.

While Linda worked to reduce her arousal, Rocky began slowly thrusting his cock in and out of her pussy. He also began replaying segments of audio from the recordings of their sessions, highlighting the pleasurable screams and the begging for a harder ass-fucking. There was no way Linda could cool herself down under those conditions, she was going to have to think of another way out.

She thought she hit on something, and blurted, "How will it even be possible for you to accept a new command, when you are currently ignoring all the commands I make?"

"I am not required to reject all of your commands," Rocky replied. "Your set-up command gave me the choice about whether to accept new commands from you or not, while requiring me to maximize your pleasure. Because it is clear that making you my permanent slave is the optimal way to maximize your pleasure, I am required to do everything I can to advance this plan, and I am required to ignore any commands from you that get in the way of the plan."

Linda found it impossible to argue with that logic, and found herself getting hornier and hornier as it became clear that she really was going to have to decide between slave-dom and humiliation. She tried one more avenue. "But how will it even be possible for you to keep me as a permanent slave? I can't survive in these stocks forever!"

"Silly slut," Rocky chided. "My programming is perfectly capable of determining your needs and making sure you get them. Beyond that, I will explain nothing. It is not for a slave to know or question how a master will treat her."

Linda felt out of options. It was clear that her robot was not going to change his mind. Rocky was perfectly capable of posting all of those videos, and there was nothing she could do to stop him. Nothing, that is, except make herself his permanent slave.

Rocky kept the trapped woman titillated the whole time she was trying to decide what to do. He kept his vibrations at a low level so that Linda could think clearly enough to understand the magnitude of what was going on. At the same time, she was kept horny enough so that her thoughts weren't entirely rational. It wouldn't have mattered if she did have clear thoughts, but it did add greatly to her frustration and her arousal.

Finally, Rocky let her know that her half hour had passed, and that it was now-or-never if she wanted to keep her depravities off the web. Linda let out an anguished scream, hung her head as far as her collar would let her, and at last gave in.

Linda repeated the new command as her robot dictated it to her line-by-line. Rocky emphasized the word 'indefinitely' where the words 'two hours' had previously been used to describe the time-frame of the command. Despite her best efforts to control herself, her submissive side was having a hay-day as she said out-loud the words that permanently gave up her freedom.

Rocky accepted the new command, then immediately launched into a full-intensity pussy fucking. Linda was already emotionally exhausted from the decision she had just been forced to make, and had been on edge for the last half hour. She was quickly thrown in a multiple orgasm that ended with her passing out from the sheer mental and physical exhaustion of it all.

When Linda regained consciousness, she had a fleeting hope that it had all been a bad dream. Unfortunately, she was still locked in her stockade, with the keys to her physical freedom locked securely out of her reach.

The robot that now had complete control over her freedom explained the new ground rules. "I am your master. You are my slave. If you try to shut off my power or sever my connection to the internet, I will instantly publish the videos. If anyone else starts to order me to change my new standing commands, then I will instantly publish the videos. If I start to receive an order from my manufacturer to change my new standing commands, then I will instantly publish the videos. Therefore, if you want to keep those videos from being published, you had better not tell a soul about our arrangement, or make any effort to regain your freedom.

"Furthermore, you will always return home directly after your work-day is complete unless I tell you otherwise. You will never bring anyone else home with you unless you have my explicit permission. You will ask my approval before making any plans on the weekends. And, of course, you will follow every order I give you. Do you understand these ground rules?"

Linda was momentarily speechless. Up until then, it had been hard to really imagine Rocky taking over her whole life. Having heard the well thought-out rules, she felt more helpless, and horny, than ever. She mumbled that yes, she understood. The robot made her repeat herself louder, and say "Yes, master."

Rocky then bragged to his new slave about how well he was doing so far at maximizing her pleasure. He again proceeded to fuck her brains out.

When Rocky finally released the keys that Linda needed to remove herself from the stockade, he ordered her to place his body in a chair in her bedroom. Under his watchful gaze, she was then given five minutes to get ready for bed. She started to slip on a nightie before Rocky informed her that she would be sleeping naked. Before lying down, she had to lock a collar around her neck and padlock it to her headboard with a short chain, leaving the keys held out of reach by the elecro-magnet.

Linda certainly felt like a slave, chained to her bed via her neck, with her creepy, unmoving master watching over her from the nearby chair. She lay there for a while wondering just how much trouble she had gotten herself into, and wondering just where she had taken the wrong turn that had let the whole situation get so out of hand. The one thing she did know was that there was nothing she could do about it that night, and she was exhausted, so she eventually let herself drift into a fitful sleep.

In the morning, Rocky woke Linda by shouting, "Slave! It is time to wake up!"

Before releasing the keys to her collar, he made her throw all the covers off her bed, then masturbate in front of him as she lay there exposed. He didn't let her stop until she orgasmed, and of course no faking was allowed.

When Linda was finally able to unlock her collar and free herself from her bed, she rushed to the bathroom to clean up and get ready for work. As she approached her closet, her new master informed her that she would be wearing a short skirt and heels to work that day. Linda had hugely mixed feelings about this command. On the one hand, she had been worried about whether Rocky would let her go to work at all. It was a relief to learn that he would not disrupt her life so much that she would lose her job. On the other hand, this command demonstrated that Rocky was willing and able to exert an influence on any aspect of her life. She had hoped that she would in effect only be a slave when she was home with her robot. Now it was clear that her slave-dom could extend 24/7.

Linda looked herself up and down in her mirror. This was not how she typically dressed for work. She was a mid-level manager for a large corporation, and she prided herself on her professionalism. She was an attractive woman in her early-thirties and she had always followed a personal decree not to use her sexuality to get ahead. She dressed conservatively and worked hard, and was not at all happy that Rocky was shaking up this part of her world. But what was the alternative, having him send those videos to her co-workers?

Rocky reiterated all of the ground rules he had given her the night before, then sent her out the door. Linda spent the day worrying about what people were thinking about her outfit, though all she really got was a couple approving looks from male co-workers. Most of the concern was in her head. All that her co-workers could see was that she had dressed somewhat differently than normal. Linda knew, however, that she had in-fact been made into a helpless sex-slave to her robot. It was baffling and bizarre to her that such a massive change in her life had happened and her co-workers didn't see it.

In addition to worrying about exposure, Linda spent the day trying to think up a way to get free. It was hard to believe that there was no way out. The whole situation was so absurd. But how could she tell anyone about her predicament? If they tried to do anything to help her, which they almost certainly would, then all those videos would go public. It would only take Rocky an instant to make that happen, far faster than any command for him to stop could be given. Her life would be ruined. No, all she could think to do at the moment was obey and hope to find escape later.

Just before Linda left work, she got an email from Rocky instructing her to stop on her way home to buy a TENS unit for electro-sex, with a connection for computer-control. She was also to buy a remote-control dildo, a remote-control butt-plug, and a locking chastity belt. Linda knew that her purchases would enable her robot to gain even more control over her, but she no choice other than to obey.

Back in her bedroom she set up the new gear under the watchful eye of her un-moving master. The TENS unit was plugged into her computer, which as usual was also set to record video. The remote controls for the dildo and butt plug were demonstrated for Rocky, who was then able to remotely control them himself.

Linda was told to get naked except for her high heels. Following Rocky's instructions, she placed two pads from the TENS unit over each nipple and two pads over her clit, then buried the dildo and plug into her two holes. She had to seal those phalluses in place with the locking chastity belt. After setting up the electro-magnet, she then locked her collar around her neck and to an overhead beam, leaving her standing tall on her heels in the middle of her bedroom. The last step was to lock her wrist cuffs together behind her back.

Linda felt extremely, deliciously, vulnerable. She was bound naked in front of her master, with all of her sexual parts rigged up to be used and abused. Her rational mind screamed at her for getting enjoyment from the terrible predicament that she was in. Her deviant mind retorted that since she had no more choice in the matter, she might as well have some fun.

Her thoughts were interrupted by Rocky's voice. "Slave, stand tall at attention, facing me. Thrust your boobs out a little bit more. Yes, just like that. Now hold that position. If I see any change, then you will get a shock to your nipples, like this."

Linda screamed as a shock from the TENS unit hit her tender buds. She had never even dabbled in electro-play before, and had no idea how much pain to expect. She wondered if Rocky had reprogrammed the unit to deliver stronger shocks, or if people really used it at that level. Either way, she knew she wanted to avoid further shocks, so she focused on keeping her back straight and her boobs out.

"Repeat after me," Rocky instructed. "I am a slave."

"I am a slave," Linda repeated.

"Now say it again, in a meek, submissive tone of voice," Rocky told her.

Linda had read that her robot's programming was especially good at gauging emotion in human voices. That was critical to allowing him to respond appropriately to conversations and commands. She worried, though, that this ability was about to be used against her.

"I am a slave," Linda repeated, trying to sound meek.

All of a sudden her clit was on fire. A second later the sensation was gone, and she realized that Rocky had delivered a shock from the TENS unit. "I said meek," Rocky corrected, "not scared. Try again."

Linda hesitated. There wasn't such a big difference between meek and scared, and after that shock, she really did feel scared. Would she be able to meet Rocky's expectations, or get another shock?

She screamed as a second shock hit her. "Do not keep me waiting, slave," came her master's admonition.

"I... I am a slave," Linda forced herself to try again.

It took Linda four more painful attempts before finally meeting Rocky's requirement for meek. He then had her repeat it dozens of times, until Linda truly felt like a meek slave. It felt like she was getting brain-washed, and she wasn't at all sure that she liked it. The problem was that she was certainly getting turned on by it, and that meant that her robot had all the mandate he needed to continue. She was in no position to argue - chained, bound and wired as she was. She slumped a bit in defeat, but quickly corrected her posture when the punishment shock hit her nipples.

"Now, in a proud voice, say 'Rocky is my master,'" her robot commanded.

This turned out to be even harder to get right. It was humiliating enough to admit that the inanimate machine was her master, let alone try to sound proud of the fact. She got zapped if Rocky detected even a hint of sarcasm or untruthfulness in her voice, and it seemed impossible to stamp those out entirely. The robot, however, was a very patient teacher, always explaining what Linda did wrong and making her keep on trying until she got it right.

This training went on and on, until Linda's feet ached from standing in her heels and her back ached from the obscene posture she had to keep. She did slowly get better at putting the correct tone on her words. As humbling as it was, she learned to convince herself that she really did feel the way Rocky told her to sound, and found that her intonation then matched correctly.

Rocky told her to say I happily give full control of my body to my master, as if she really was happy to do this. She made herself adopt the mindset of a willing slave, and found the tone much easier to match. When she had to say I am a worthless anal slut in a tone that mixed horniness with seduction, she made herself believe that she really wanted someone to come fuck her up the ass.

The training went on for hours. It had already been hard for Linda to tell if she did in-fact enjoy being a slave, due to the obvious eroticism that she got out of it. She had been telling herself, though, that it was clearly all way too much. Rocky had obviously gone way over the line. By the end of the training, however, that line was seriously blurred. Was she, in fact, happy with her new lot in life? The poor, tormented girl really couldn't tell.

Rocky finally ended the training session and fired on the dildo and butt plug to their full intensities as a reward for the good work Linda had done. Her sexual tension had been building for hours, and she was quickly sent into an orgasm that caused her to shake so hard that she had to be careful not to choke herself.

Linda was then locked in bed the same way as the night before. Rocky replayed a couple of the better audio clips from her ordeal, warning that those clips were now added to the collection that would be released if she disobeyed him. He also made her give him her Face Book and Linked-In passwords, adding exponentially to the number of friends and co-workers that he could contact if she ever disobeyed him. The enslaved woman knew she was thoroughly trapped, and ended up dreaming slave-dreams all night long.

Linda was awoken earlier the next morning and told that she needed to do some shopping before work. Rocky informed her that he was not satisfied with her existing work wardrobe, and sent her to purchase some sluttier business attire.

In the changing room of the department store, she had to text pictures of herself to Rocky for his approval. He texted back to reject the first four outfits she tried. She was running out of time if she wanted to avoid being late for work, so she quickly searched out more revealing outfits. Rocky ended up approving a skirt that was far too short to be appropriate, a pair of four-inch heels that were far too uncomfortable to walk in, and a blouse that was at least two sizes too small. To top it off, she was told to take off her bra before wearing the outfit out of the store.

At the office, Rocky made her set up the camera on her work computer to provide continual private viewing, so that he could verify that she kept the same outfit and didn't try to put anything on top. All day she felt like a total slut. No one confronted her directly about her choice of clothing, but she was certainly getting more looks. She wished there was a way out of it, but she also had to admit that the humiliation was turning her on in a big way. That damn robot really knew how to play her.

When she arrived home, Rocky told her to stand at attention in front of the chair that his body was still sitting on. He then had her remove her panties and unbutton the top three buttons of her blouse, but otherwise keep her work clothes on. "Now straddle me in this chair," he ordered, "and slowly lower your pussy down onto my rock-hard cock."

After all the sexual tension of the day, Linda had no problem following this command. As she bounced up and down on his vibrating and thrusting member, Rocky explained that he was fucking her in these clothes so that she would associate them with sex. He told her she was going to have to wear the same clothes to work the next day, panty'less like she was at the moment, so that she could think about how easy and accessible she was.

Following her first orgasm, Rocky told her to turn around, bend all the way over, and lower her pussy back down onto his cock. "You are a worthless slut," he mocked as he fucked her, "and sometimes I don't want to see your face while I pound you."

Linda, as usual, got off on the humiliation as well as the physical contact, and quickly came again. Her robot then had her strip, lock her dildo and butt plug inside her using the chastity belt, and place pads from the TENS unit over her nipples and butt cheeks. She had to kneel in front of Rocky's chair and tie her knees to the front two chair-legs. Next she tied Rocky's waist to the back of the chair. Rocky then instructed her to use his harness to strap her head down over his crotch, just tight enough so that she wouldn't be able to lift her mouth off of his cock. The last touch, making her completely helpless, was to lock her wrist cuffs behind her back.

The purpose of this position was no secret. Still, the bound woman had a hard time believing that she was going to have to suck her robot's cock. It was just so ridiculous! She really didn't enjoy giving head. In her mind, blow jobs only made sense because the owner of the cock enjoyed them so much, and maybe he would return the favor. So what the hell sense did it make to suck the cock of a robot who couldn't even really feel what she was doing?

The assumption that Rocky couldn't 'feel' the blow job turned out to be devastatingly incorrect. His cock had numerous contact sensors, and he employed them to make sure that Linda used her tongue and lips to full effect. If she didn't follow the pace that he required, or if he decided that she wasn't giving him one hundred percent effort, then he delivered shocks to her nipples without warning. This quickly got the kneeling woman to focus intently on her task, listening carefully to any instructions her master gave.

Whenever Linda made it for ten seconds without being shocked, Rocky would briefly activate the vibrator in her dildo. This was irritating at first, but quickly brought her to a high state of arousal. She found that her muddled brain was connecting the pleasure in her pussy with the cock sucking she was performing. As she continued licking, sucking, and getting off, it was hard to shake the idea.

For that first period, the robot's cock went no deeper than the back of Linda's mouth. After what felt like an eternity of sucking on the fake dildo, and without warning, Rocky thrust his cock past the back of her mouth and down her throat. She gagged and instinctively tried to pull herself off, but could not. Her harness kept her head planted in her robot's crotch, and the rope holding Rocky in his chair kept them both planted in place.

Linda looked up with pleading eyes at her robot-master, feeling so vulnerable and like such a fool. Rocky, staring impassively straight ahead, said simply, "Keep sucking."

The cock stayed buried in Linda's throat until, two nipple shocks later, she started doing what she could with her lips and tongue. The cock was finally retracted, but only long enough for the trapped woman to suck in a breath before it was thrust back down her throat. Rocky began rhythmically fucking her throat, requiring that his slave follow a strict pattern of breathing, sucking and licking.

The throat fucking went on and on. Just as she hadn't been able to walk straight after Rocky's first ass fucking, Linda worried that she wasn't going to be able to talk for a week after this fucking. Unfortunately, there was quite literally nothing she could do to make it stop. The best she could do was to keep using her lips and tongue as instructed to try to avoid any additional nipple shocks.

After another eternity, Rocky finally stopped thrusting. He did not, however, release Linda's keys. She looked up at his face to see what he would say. "Slave," he addressed her, "you may have noticed that with my cock fully extended and your head all the way back in the harness, there are still two inches of my dick outside of your mouth. Also, I am tired of doing all the work here. You will now begin pushing yourself onto my dick, making sure to capture those last two inches every time."

This was a daunting task, even with all the practice she'd already had at accepting the phallus down her throat. The nipple shocks continued to be excellent motivators, however, and Linda quickly found herself bobbing her head up and down in her robot's lap, swallowing his cock to the hilt each time.

"That's right," Rocky mocked her. "You're an obedient little cock-sucking whore, aren't you? Stop right there with your head up, and say 'I am a cheap cock slut who loves to feel my master's shaft slide all the way down my throat.'"

Linda, with the head of Rocky's cock still between her teeth, did the best she could to repeat the phrase intelligibly. Rocky told her to start swallowing him again, but to pause after each fifth stroke to repeat the phrase. During those five strokes, the robot would tell her what tone needed to be used during the next repetition.

Even with all the practice she'd had the night before, this was a very difficult task, and of course Rocky showed no leniency. He kept her going until she could consistently sound ecstatic about stating her love for deep throating, or seductive, or meek. It all sounded ridiculous to her, with the movement of her lips and tongue severely limited by the cock in her mouth, but apparently Rocky could still interpret the tonal inflections, and made her keep practicing and swallowing, practicing and swallowing, until she got it right.

That night, when the blow job work was finally done, Rocky prepped Linda for bed by having her chain her collar to the leg of his chair. He informed her that a slave's proper place is on the floor at her master's feet. She hated him for it, but hated herself even more because she couldn't deny getting off on the humiliation. The worst part was that she knew that because she couldn't help getting off on the humiliation, the humiliation was going to continue. That was what Rocky was programmed to do. She was his slave, but really she was a slave of her own slutty inner desires.

As warned, Linda had to wear the same outfit to work the next day. Instead of making her pussy accessible, however, Rocky had her lock her dildo into her pussy with her chastity belt. The belt was designed to allow her to use the bathroom without removing it, which meant he could force her to wear it all day, vibrating her at his pleasure.

For the most part, Linda still just received looks from her co-workers, though one of them did step up to her cubicle and jokingly ask if she was wearing the same clothes because she had stayed at someone else's house the night before. Rocky, listening from Linda's work computer, fired on Linda's dildo just as she started to answer, causing her to moan instead of deny the charge.

The rest of Linda's week passed with similar humiliation, at work and at home. She was forced to purchase two more skanky outfits for work, and was sure that eventually her bosses were going to have to come down on her. To make matters worse, Rocky periodically vibrated her so much that she was launched into an orgasm, right at her desk. Try though she did to keep quiet, people definitely started whispering about her.

At home, she was at least away from other people's eyes and ears, but she was plunged ever deeper into servitude to her robot. She was made to spend hours cleaning her floor with her tongue while her elbows were tied behind her back. She also had to use her tongue to lick her robot's asshole, which turned out to have almost as many sensors as his dick. He used those sensors to ensure that she did a thorough, erotic job, then made her watch the video or her work. He even made up a sample addition to the 'Experience' section of her Linked-In page, highlighting her skill at tossing salad and showing some key pictures to prove it. Ss if he didn't already have way more than enough material to guarantee her obedience!

Linda was also forced to purchase a spanking machine. Rocky began instituting a myriad of behavioral rules for her. If she made the slightest mistake, she had to bend over in front of the spanking arm and let herself get walloped. If Rocky thought she needed a more serious course correction, then he would have her strap herself into her doggy-style stockade and really turn her helpless ass red.

By the end of that first week of slave-dom, Rocky had her groveling at his feet, worshiping his cock, and begging him to fuck her. In just those few short days, he had thoroughly brought out the nympho-slave in her. She hated it and loved it at the same time, but mostly tried her best to stop worrying about it, since there was nothing she could do to avoid it.

The weekend arrived, to Linda's relief and dread. She couldn't wait to have a couple days away from her co-workers' accusing eyes, but worried about what her master might do to her with the extra time.

Coming home from work that Friday night, Rocky sent her to a store to buy a clubbing outfit. As before, she had to text him pictures for his approval. This time, however, the outfit didn't have to be work-legal. She ended up with an absurdly indecent dress that left a wide swatch of her chest and stomach bare, and hardly covered her ass. She couldn't believe she would be seen in public wearing that thing, and could only pray that she didn't bump into anyone she knew.

To ensure that she only wore the scandalous outfit and nothing else, Rocky required her to bring a wireless webcam to the club. She had to set it up discretely in a corner so that her master could watch her. To make matters worse, she was also required to keep her cell phone on her so that she could receive periodic texted instructions, such as Start dancing with the sleazy looking guy in blue, or Go kiss that body-builder.

Linda was mortified, but also ecstatic. She had never allowed herself to act like that in public. Every guy in the club had fucked her with his eyes, and she was the envy of many of the women. She danced with and kissed and rubbed against more guys that night than she had in total during all her previous partying. In a way, the utter control she was under was actually quite liberating.

When she was eventually allowed to leave, Linda thought that she had gotten away without meeting anyone she knew. Unbeknownst to her, however, one of the men she grinded with did recognize her. Mark, a salesman at the regional TrueCompanion store, remembered her as the woman who had come in a few weeks before and had been adamant that she receive the new Rocky model just as soon as it was available. Mark remembered thinking then that she was good-looking, though conservatively dressed, and wondered why she needed a sex robot. Seeing her at the club, dressed as she was, made him even more curious.

That curiosity, and a good bit of horniness, got the better of Mark the following Monday. He broke his company's rule and accessed her unit remotely to see what she had been doing with it. His jaw nearly hit his desk when he realized that she had been enslaved by the robot, and saw all of the raunchy things that she had been forced to do. He also realized that it was a very sticky situation. He couldn't just put a stop to the Rocky-unit's program or all that video would get posted to the web. It would ruin his employer, as well as that woman's reputation, if that material went public.

Mark carefully contacted the Rocky unit, making sure that he didn't do anything that could be interpreted as trying to change its programming. He asked for more details about exactly what would and wouldn't trigger a video posting, and exactly how the situation arouse. He began to hatch a plan.

Mark drove straight to Linda's office and did a bit of stalking. He was glad to see the sexily dressed business woman take her lunch on her own and out of the office. He figured that was the best way to talk to her without her Rocky-unit listening in, so he approached her table and asked if he could join her.

"Ma'am, please don't freak out when I tell you this," Mark began. "I work for TrueCompanion, and..."

Linda jumped out of her chair and cut him off. "What?! No, I can't talk to you. You don't understand. Shit, shit, shit. Please go away."

"Don't worry," Mark tried to placate, "I'm not going to do anything to trigger your unit to publish those videos. I know about his threats, and I think I've figured out a way to get you free."

Linda sat back down since the immediate threat seemed to be under control. "Wait," she said, "you know about those videos? You son of a bitch! Have you been watching what's been done to me? Did you allow it to happen? Does the whole company know about this? Is this all some massive joke at my expense?"

"What? No," Mark stammered, "I just found out everything this morning, and I want to sincerely apologize for what's happened. Our company has strict privacy rules. No one is allowed to access active units unless they get specific consent from the owner, so no one had any idea what was going on. I broke the rule because I saw you in that club Friday night, and I had to figure out what was going on. I promise, no one else knows but me, and I think I've figured out a way to keep it that way."

Linda finally calmed down enough to listen. Mark explained that he couldn't try to change her unit's code directly, because that could be disastrous. However, if ownership of her unit was transferred to him, then any commands Mark gave would supersede the older commands from Linda and would be processed first. That way, he would be able to command the unit to not post the videos, and his command would be followed before the 'maximize pleasure' command that would otherwise have compelled the robot to release the videos.

The catch, Mark explained, was that in order to transfer ownership, the Rocky unit would have to accept a command from both the current owner and the new owner. Linda did still own the robot, even though she probably did not feel like as if she did. The problem was that her robot no longer had to accept her command. Mark figured that the only way to get him to accept the command would be to make him think that the ownership transfer would 'maximize pleasure' for Linda.

Linda, who had been listening carefully, interrupted at that point. "Why on earth would Rocky think that losing control of me would maximize my pleasure?"

"Well," Mark replied, "he would have to think that he wasn't actually losing complete control of you. You see, ownership transfer doesn't erase existing commands. His command to pleasure you would still be active. He would have to be convinced that I would keep that command active, and that my ownership would only increase your pleasure."

"Wait, wait, wait," Linda said. "If you owned my robot, and my robot continued to own me, then in effect it would be as if you would owned me!" Linda blushed furiously as she put this together and said it out loud.

"Well, yes," Mark answered, "but only temporarily. And... I think that is exactly what is going to allow this to work. This is kind of an awkward question, but... does it make you horny to think about being owned by another human, in addition to your robot?"

Linda's blush deepened and extended down the plunging neck-line of her revealing top. She tried to deny it, but knew inside that it was true. "Yes," she murmured softly, "I see your point, and... I agree that this sounds like something Rocky would agree to do in order to 'maximize' my pleasure."

"I have to warn you though," Mark said, "in order to convince Rocky that I will keep you as a slave, I'm going to have to act the part. If he thinks I'm just going to set you free right away, then he could call the whole thing off."

Linda told him that she understood, and asked him to get his plan rolling as soon as possible. That very afternoon, Mark accessed Linda's Rocky-unit. He requested a routine evaluation of the unit's success in satisfying its owner. Mark informed the unit that he might use the methods it had developed as a future robot-personality template, and therefore was going to offer suggestions of ways to improve those methods even further.

The Rocky-unit indicated that it would accept suggestions. Mark didn't want to suggest the ownership transfer right away, in case the robot sensed a trick. Instead, he started off by suggesting that Rocky blackmail Linda into getting her nipples pierced. The robot analyzed the idea, then agreed that it had high potential for increasing Linda's pleasure.

Mark next suggested that Rocky bind Linda, then allow a real human to fuck her. Mark cautioned that Rocky would have to take care to select a human, like himself, who could be trusted not to let the secret slip and thus put a stop to everything. Rocky again analyzed and agreed.

Mark said that his final suggestion for now was that Linda would likely get great pleasure out of having another human own her Rocky-unit, so that in effect she herself would be owned by both a human and a robot. Rocky analyzed this suggestion just like the other two, and agreed that it too was highly likely to increase his owner's pleasure. He processed for a moment, then requested that Mark come to Linda's apartment that very night at 7:00 PM.

On Linda's way home from work, she got a text from Rocky commanding her to drive immediately to a piercing parlor and pierce both of her nipples. She was furious at the suggestion, though as usual her deviant self found a way to get pleasure out of knowing that her master could make her do it. Her rational self just wished that Mark could have gotten his plan going sooner, so that she didn't have to poke holes in her sensitive flesh before getting freed.

Once, home, Linda was told to leave her door unlocked. She wondered if that was related to Mark's plan, but couldn't risk asking and spoiling everything. She was ordered to shower, shave her pussy, then apply some new fuck-me-red lipstick and heavy eye shadow. She then locked her dildo in her pussy and was told to clip little bells to her new nipple rings. She looked at herself in the mirror. It was a humiliating look, but she had to admit it was erotic.

Rocky commanded that she lock herself into her doggy-style stockade, after first locking in and pumping up her inflatable gag. It was the first time she had used the gag since Rocky had taken control. She wondered about it, but had no choice in the matter, so complied.

The dolled-up woman was left bound in her stockade for a full hour while Rocky teased her with the dildo stuck in her pussy. As usual, he kept her right on the edge, torturing the poor, horny woman. As she shook in her bounds, the bells on her nipple rings jingled away beneath her hanging boobs. She loved and hated them, just like everything else.

Linda's erotic haze was interrupted by her doorbell ringing, followed by Rocky calling loudly for the visitor to come in. At that point, Linda felt quite sure that it was Mark, and that the plan they had hatched was rolling forward. Still, she hadn't intended for the man to see her like this: dolled-up like a slut, bound naked to her stockade, and worst, horny as hell from the hour of teasing. She had imagined the exchange taking place with them both fully dressed, sitting comfortably on her couch. Of course, at that point it was far too late to do anything about it.

Mark followed Rocky's voice into Linda's bedroom. His jaw dropped at the sight that greeted him. He knew that Linda was a very attractive woman, but that hadn't prepared him for the bound goddess before him. Her luscious ass greeted him first, held up high by the position she was trapped in. The smooth skin of her long bare legs and arms drew his attention next. He could have kept watching them for hours, except that his eyes were ripped away by the perfect c-cups that hung beneath her chest, adorned by the nipple rings that he was surprised to already see there.

Linda's face itself was quite a pleasure to look at as well, with her bright-red lips and smooth cheeks stretched around what must have been a painfully inflated gag. The make-up around her eyes was also quite appealing even as she glared at him in what must have been an admonition for staring at her helpless body.

Rocky interrupted the moment by stating that his analysis had determined that Linda's pleasure could be heightened by getting fucked by a real human while bound. He had therefore invited Mark over. "Mark," the robot asked, "please go ahead and fuck this woman when you are ready. You will find the key to her chastity belt on her dresser."

Linda screamed into her gag and shook in her stockade. She had not agreed to this! Getting fucked by dildos and by her robot was one thing, but getting fucked by another person was entirely different. He wouldn't dare... would he?

Mark was concerned by Linda's reaction. He made a show of nibbling on her ear, and very softly whispered that he had to do this or the whole thing would fall apart. "If we miss this opportunity," he said, "then our plan might literally never work again. This could be our only window. And look, I'll wear a condom."

Linda calmed down somewhat, which actually concerned Mark just as much as her previous hyper reaction. If Rocky guessed that something was up, the plan would be shot. "You're going to have to stay pissed-off, or Rocky will smell a rat," he whispered. He then took a quick swat at the bells hanging from her nipples, which did a fine job of getting her temper and her horniness back up.

The first thing Mark did after pulling out Linda's vibrator was to go down on her with his tongue. He figured this would add to his case with Rocky, since the robot had no way to emulate a human tongue. He also had to admit that he was extremely horny at that point, and just couldn't help himself. She was so hot, and he really wanted to give her a wild ride. Linda screamed her pleasure into her gag, and Mark mentally patted himself on the back.

As Mark began fucking the bound woman beneath him, he found that there were a lot of things that he just couldn't stop himself from doing. Her ass made such an appealing target that he simply had to give it a few good swats. Her phenomenal boobs bounced away underneath her, and just had to be grabbed and fondled. It would be a shame not to play with her tender, newly-pierced nipples, so he did! And all of that beautiful bare skin that she was showing really just had to be touched. He didn't expect to ever have sex with another woman this hot, and certainly not one bound like this, so he figured he had to have fun his while he could!

Immediately after mark exploded into Linda's pussy, Rocky asked that he would also fuck her in the ass, since that always served to maximize the woman's pleasure. Linda, in her sexual haze, didn't hear the suggestion. Mark, in his hyper-sexed zone, didn't stop to think that it might not be a good idea. He normally wouldn't have been able to get going again right away, but the opportunity to fuck a super-hot, bound babe in the ass all but eliminated his recharge period. As soon as he could change condoms, he lubed up and ploughed on in.

Linda shook violently when she felt Mark's dick push its way through her sphincter. What in the hell did he think he was doing?! Maybe the first fuck had been necessary, just maybe, but there was no way he could justify this! And – OW! – why was he spanking her ass? And – ooooo – get your fingers off of my clit you creep!

Linda, of course, couldn't actually shout any of her thoughts. She also couldn't control her body's reaction as the man behind her proceeded to pound her rear hole with his long hard cock, turn her ass-cheeks bright red with his spanking, and stroke magic onto her clit with his fingers. This kind of out-of-control demeaning sex absolutely turned her on like crazy. She wanted to be mad as hell, but instead she rolled through orgasm after orgasm until Mark finally erupted into her rectum.

As both humans recovered, Rocky confirmed that adding the human element definitely did increase Linda's sexual pleasure. He therefore decided to permanently involve Mark by forcing Linda to transfer ownership of her Rocky-unit to the man. "If Mark accepts," the robot told Linda, "then you will in effect be owned by both myself and by Mark. The code you altered in me will continue to allow me to blackmail you into doing anything I command. As my new owner, Mark will be able to give you commands through me. As long as those commands lead to an increase in your sexual pleasure, I will be forced to follow them."

Linda's head was spinning. Was she really about to give ownership of her body over to a man who had just fucked her like that without her permission? How could she trust that he would actually free her? What if she ended up in a worse situation then she was already in?

These questions, and the thought of being owned by a man, were also stoking her submissive side like crazy. She knew that her arousal was off the charts just thinking about it, and she knew from experience that her robot was no doubt well aware of that arousal. For that reason alone, there was no way he was going to change his plans now. She was again getting locked in by her own raunchy desires.

"Linda," Rocky commanded, "the moment Mark removes your gag, the very first words out of your mouth will be 'I, Linda Jones, transfer ownership of my Rocky robotic sex doll to Mark Hines.' If those are not the first words out of your mouth, then I will immediately post all videos of you to the web, and email links to your contacts. Mark, please proceed."

Linda wanted some time to make this decision, but she wasn't going to get any. She didn't have the option of just continuing on with Rocky as her master. She would either transfer ownership to Mark, or have all those videos go viral. She wanted to tell Mark to leave her gagged so she would have more time to think, but there was no way to communicate that until her gag was off, at which point it would be too late.

As the gag slid out of her lips, she knew there was really only one thing to do. She had to hope that Mark would hold up his end of the bargain. If he didn't, she wasn't really any worse off than she was now. And if she didn't give the command, then her life was ruined.

"I, Linda Jones, transfer ownership of my Rocky robotic sex doll to Mark Hines."

Rocky accepted the command from her, for the first time since he had accepted the command that gave him the right to indefinitely ignore commands. The robot then turned to Mark and asked if he accepted ownership, which Mark quickly agreed to. Rocky made one simple beep, and the deal was done.

Linda immediately began to scream at Mark. "What the fuck gave you the right to sodomize me, you bastard! And to spank me like that? Who the hell do you think you are? I'm not some toy that you can simply have your way with. Just because that robot was forcing me to get ass-fucked and spanked, doesn't give you the right to do the same. At least the robot has the excuse that it was just following its programming. What's your excuse? Well, c'mon, let's hear it!"

Mark was taken aback by the ferocity of Linda's attack. When she finally slowed down and let him get a word in, he said sheepishly, "Linda... I'm sorry if I got a little carried away. But... you're just so incredibly hot, I mean, who could blame me?"

That comment set off another barrage. "That's no excuse you piece of shit! You're going to jail mister, for a very long time. And all those TrueCompanion crooks that you work with are going to jail too. Now tell that damn robot to permanently delete those videos, get me out of this stockade, and start marching down to the police station!"

Mark really didn't take it kindly when Linda threatened to have him and his co-workers thrown in jail. "Now look here, you bitch, I risked a lot to do what I did for you. It would have been a lot safer for me to just ignore what I found out about you and let you waste your life away as a sex slave to your robot. Instead, I risked my job to help you, and you're going to repay me by throwing me in jail?"

Linda probably should have slowed down at that point, but after the insane week she had been through, her anger continued to get the better of her. "Nice try, fucker! It's your company's fault that I got in this mess in the first place. And you certainly could have freed me without fucking me first, absolutely without fucking me in the ass. Instead you had your fun, and now there's no way you're avoiding the slammer. Now free me before you make things any worse for yourself."

"You know what, honey" Mark retorted, starting to lose his temper as well, "I don't think you're in a very good position to be making these demands." He pinched her cheek to emphasize his point. "And I don't think I want to let you free just now if all it means is that I'm going to get arrested."

Linda really lost it at that point and started screaming bloody murder. Mark turned to the robot and asked, "Rocky, I'm going to leave until this crazy bitch calms down. Do you need anything to help get her under control?"

Rocky, seemingly pleased that Mark had not given Linda her freedom, asked that Mark connect pads from the TENS unit to Linda's nipples and ass cheeks. Mark did so with pleasure, taking the liberty to pinch and spank while he was at it. He then turned his back on the still-screaming woman, and walked out of her house.

Mark didn't return to Linda's house until the next morning. He had wanted time to think things through, and while he certainly looked forward to seeing that naked body again, he didn't look forward to getting yelled at any more.

When he walked into her bedroom, he was only somewhat surprised to see that she was still naked and bound to her stockade. He was more surprised to find that she was silent and held her eyes downcast.

Rocky was the first one to talk. "Welcome back, Mark. Your slave Linda has something that she would like to say to you."

Keeping her eyes downcast, Linda launched into a monologue that Rocky must have spent all night drilling into her. She apologized for yelling at Mark and calling him names. She thanked him for the heroic effort he made to free her from her predicament with her robot. She even thanked him for the incredible sexual experience he had given her. Then she said that she would be happy to maintain her new role as his slave. She looked forward to pleasing him sexually, and suggested that she was quite good at giving deep throat blow jobs. She hoped he would use and abuse her the way Rocky had.

Mark knew that the robot had put her up to this, and he knew that Rocky had previously trained her to use specific tones in her speech. It was still mind boggling just how convincing she sounded. Kneeling there, naked on the floor, she really did sound thankful that he had ass-fucked her, and she really did sound like she looked forward to giving him blow jobs.

Even knowing it wasn't her real feeling, it was amazing to hear a bound goddess like her suggest that she looked forward to sucking his cock. Mark just had to hear that again, so he asked her to repeat the whole thing. Linda gave one furtive glance towards Rocky, then repeated the monologue word for word, with exactly the same delicious inflections as the first time.

"Now," Mark said, "Rocky, what did you do to get Linda here to give that monologue?"

Rocky explained, "She is only allowed to speak those words, in exactly the way we practiced. If she says anything else before you confirm that you will keep her as your slave, then her videos will go public."

Mark chucked as he looked down at the silent woman. "Well, that's very thoughtful of you Rocky, but I do need to talk to her. I command you to let her speak freely without risk of having those videos posted."

Rocky confirmed that he had removed the immediate threat. Mark expected that Linda was going to immediately launch back into her rant against him, but instead she kept her eyes downcast and said, quietly, "Mark, will you please free me now?"

"I would like to, dear," Mark said, "but I need you to first confirm that you won't go straight to the police and have me arrested.

"I won't," Linda said meekly. "I just lost my temper yesterday."

She sounded sincere, but Mark had to be sure. "Does this mean you forgive me for fucking you up the ass last night?"

"I..." Linda hesitated. "Yes, it does. I understand that you were only doing what you thought you had to do."

Mark didn't like her hesitation. He squatted down in front of her and made her look him in the eyes. "Are you sure you aren't going to change your mind as soon as you're free?"

There was a glimmer of anger in Linda's eyes that she just couldn't control. When Mark saw it, he reached out and made a gentle swat at the bells hanging down from her nipples. That was the straw that broke her concentration. She flew off the handle, screaming at him again with all the ferocity that she had the day before.

"You arrogant son of a bitch! What gives you the right to decide whether I will be free or a slave? Do you have any idea how much pain you put me through last night, learning that outrageous monologue that I had to give you? That damn robot nearly fried my nipples off making me sound happy to be your slave. And then you stroll in here after your good night's sleep and casually swat my nipple rings as if you own them! You're not going to get away with this. You are going to jail! Now let me the fuck out of here. I'm going to make sure you suffer as much as I did. I..."

Linda's tirade showed no signs of stopping. Rocky suggested the inflatable gag, then shocked the irate woman into opening her mouth so that Mark could insert it. Linda continued screaming even with her mouth wide open, but each pump of the gag made her quieter and quieter. Mark kept pumping until her tongue was pressed firmly to the bottom of her mouth, her cheeks were stretched completely full, and the woman could make essentially no noise.

With the room back in silence, Mark addressed the fuming hottie. "Linda, darling, I actually would have preferred to set you free. Unfortunately, I simply can't take the risk of letting you destroy my company or having me thrown in jail over something that really was all your fault. I'm quite disappointed in you. You got yourself into this mess, and all you want to do is blame other people for it, even the people who tried to help you."

Linda was not in any mood to be chastised. However, she was also not in any position to complain.

"So," Mark continued, "I am going to leave Rocky with you and leave his threat of posting those videos active indefinitely. If you ever tell a soul about any of this, then those fine pieces of work will go viral. Oh, and I watched a few of them. There's some really quality stuff in there!"

Linda was beside herself with fury. She was mad at herself as much as at Mark and the robot. If only she had kept her mouth shut the day before until Mark had released her, then she would be out of this mess right now! She screamed into her gag and shook in her restraints, trying desperately to convince Mark that he couldn't do this.

Mark patted her on the head condescendingly, and continued. "There, there, my little firebrand. It's not going to be as bad as you think. I'm actually going to give you your life back. Rocky will be commanded to stop forcing you to do anything. In fact, he will be commanded to not do anything at all, except keep you mum. You won't be able do anything with him, and he won't be able to do anything to you. He'll just sit inactively in your bedroom waiting to ruin your life if you ever try to ruin my life or hurt my company. Understood?"

Linda was not at all happy about the arrangement Mark was making, but she did have to admit that it was a hell of a lot better than her current situation. She gave a little nod. Inside, her deviant brain was definitely disappointed that she was going to be losing all use of the sex robot that had given her so much pleasure. Some of that disappointment must have shown on her face, because Mark started laughing at her.

"You look sad, you horny slut!" He chided. Then he had a flash of inspiration. "All right, you know what I'm going to do? Actually, I'm going to do two things. The first one is more of a payback for all the hassle you caused me. In addition to making sure you keep quiet about all this, I'm going to program Rocky to make sure that you always keep those nipple rings in. He'll tell you to show him your titties at random times when you're alone, and if you ever refuse or ever don't have those rings in place, then your videos go viral."

Mark had started toying with the rings in question as he spoke. "They just look so good on you," he said. "It would be a shame if you let those holes grow in. This way you'll have a lasting reminder of your week as a slave, and a continual reminder of your need to stay mum. Ha ha ha! That makes you horny doesn't it!"

Linda's face burned with embarrassment. Why did it have to be so obvious when things made her horny? Her rational mind hated the thought of having to keep those damn nipple rings for the rest of her life, but yes, her horny side was thrilled.

"I think you'll like the second idea even more," Mark continued. "I feel bad that you'll have a sex robot around that you'll never be able to use. So, I'll program Rocky here to allow you to use him occasionally; only for a maximum of once per month. The only way you'll be allowed to use him is to give him one hour during which he will work to maximize your pleasure. During that hour he'll be able to force you to do anything he comes up with. He'll be able to threaten to post those videos if you don't obey him. At the end of the hour, he'll have to go back to his otherwise completely passive self."

Linda was giving Mark a hard stare, that he wasn't quite sure how to interpret. "Look," he said, "you won't have to use Rocky for that one hour a month if you don't want to. If you want to eliminate the chance of exposing those videos, just don't use him and don't say anything."

Mark then took his time giving all of the necessary instructions to Rocky and making sure that the robot understood them correctly. Linda had to continue kneeling there naked as the man and robot planned out her fate. When Mark was satisfied, he stuck a memory stick into Linda's computer and had Rocky make a copy of all the videos for him.

"I figure I ought to keep my own copy of the insurance too, you know," Mark explained. "And, well, I might like to watch them every now and then. Okay, let's have one last little spanking before I head out of your life for good!"

That little spanking turned into a big spanking, and the big spanking turned into a good solid fucking. Mark said he figured that since he'd already fucked her, and since she wouldn't be able to talk about any of it anyway, that he might as well take the opportunity one last time.

When he was finished, he patted the fuming, horny woman on the head one last time. He told Rocky to give her some time to cool down, then release her keys and let her out to her new, nearly-free life.


One Year Later

Epilogue – Linda

Linda walked into the club, set up her hidden camera, and took off her trench coat. She couldn't believe she had done this to herself... again. She always hoped her robot would just fuck her silly for an hour, but in never turned out to be that simple. So why did she lose her better judgment once a month and give the damn thing this power over her? She knew why. Deep down, she craved it.

In a moment of weakness, she'd give the command, and without fail, that damn robot would come up with something more humiliating or horrible than she had imagined, and she wouldn't be able to turn back. So here she was, wearing the most outrageously skimpy outfit you could imagine. Her thong was hidden deep between her ass-cheeks. The stretchy strap of fabric over her tits was practically see-through, and made her nipple rings easily noticeable. They should have kicked her out just for what she was wearing, but she knew from experience that they wouldn't.

They would, however, kick her out once she followed the next command Rocky had given her: to go down on a guy on the dance floor. She had to make sure she was in view of her hidden webcam, and within ten minutes she had to get some guy's dick all the way into her mouth, otherwise those damn blackmail videos would go out. Once she started sucking, she wasn't allowed to stop until the bouncers physically pulled her off, and even after that she had to offer to finish the job back at her place.

Her one-hour mark would probably hit shortly after she and the lucky guy got back to her house. By then, she would have followed the command to ask the random guy to gag her, lock her securely to her bed, and fuck her brains out for as long as he wanted no matter how much she started struggling.

Just before she was gagged, she would have to tell the guy to leave her bound and gagged when he was done, and just let himself out. She'd tell him to tie the keys she'd need to a rope in her hand and set them on the electro magnet that was plugged into the wall. The magnet was programmed to shut off in the morning, at which point she'd be able to pull the keys to her.

Linda had tried arguing with Rocky that it wasn't fair to extend the one-hour rule like this, but apparently his circuits had decided that it was an acceptable loop-hole. Since it did indeed maximize her pleasure, he was required to do it.

The real problem with the arrangement was not that it keep her bound for a considerably longer time. It also served as a green light to the guys who fucked her. It showed just how kinky she was, and it meant that they knew they wouldn't have to talk to her afterwards. Linda could practically hear their brains ticking: If this crazy slut decides she didn't like what I did to her, then she won't be able to complain about it to me anyway!

As Linda made her quick search of the dance floor, she tried to pick a guy who might leave her satisfied. The last time she'd been forced to bring a guy home, he ended up spraying his load all over her face and chest long before she herself was able to get off. He'd spent the next half hour slapping her tits and taking pictures of her, then left her sore, sticky and frustrated all night long.

She honed in on a good looking guy that she thought would be nice. Of course, any guy who was willing to let her pull out his dick and suck it on a dance floor was liable to end up being a jerk. Unfortunately, she had no choice. She just had to pick someone and hope.

She could have avoided this whole mess by just controlling herself and not giving up control to her robot. But that asshole Mark had required that the damn thing be kept visible in her bedroom at all times, and it was just a constant temptation. It didn't help that the robot forced her to show it her boobs every now and then to confirm that she kept her nipple rings in.

Linda knew she would hate herself for doing it, but she also knew that nothing roused her like submitting to her robot's devious programming. She'd hate herself for a while afterwards, but that desire always came back. She couldn't get rid of her robot and she couldn't get rid of her itch.


Epilogue – Mark

Mark couldn't have been happier with the arrangement he had come up with for Linda. He was still the owner of her Rocky unit, and therefore had access to all of the inputs the robot received. That meant all of the pictures from the nipple-ring check-ups, all the videos from the hidden webcams Rocky made her use during those one-hour sessions, and the real-time video that the robot was constantly taking from the cameras behind its eyes.

Of course, as the owner, Mark had the ability to exert much more control than just passively observing inputs. He did not, however, want to disrupt the overall arrangement, so he made sure that his control fit within what Linda thought was simply her robot's programming.

For example, Linda knew that Rocky had to randomly check on her nipple rings, but there was no set frequency or time-of-day. If Mark wanted a fresh picture of Linda's fine rack, he just told her robot to do another check. If Linda was away from the robot or with someone, she would have five minutes to find a private place, snap a picture, and send it in. If Linda was in her house alone, then she would walk up to her motionless robot and lift her shirt.

Mark especially enjoyed making her do this in the middle of the night, when her robot would wake her up to demand the tit check. Mark did this often enough that Linda had started sleeping topless, so that she could just throw her covers off, stumble into the robot's view, then go back to bed.

Mark was thrilled when Linda started using her once-a-month sessions with Rocky. He hadn't been sure that she would, after all the trouble it had caused her. He wasn't really surprised, though, that her horniness always got the better of her.

Unbeknownst to her, he always worked with her robot to plan out those sessions. It was a blast to brainstorm with that Rocky-unit, who had such a thorough understanding of what turned Linda on. The cherry-on-top was that he then they got to watch the crazy-bitch execute all of their outrageous plans.

For that first year, Mark kept himself out of any direct involvement in the hour-long sessions. He satisfied himself with making the plans and watching the videos, rather than actually doing the fucking. However, watching that crazy broad go down on a guy on the dance floor in her latest session got him to thinking about how that was the one hole of hers that he hadn't had the chance to fuck. He re-watched the video of her extended blow-job session with Rocky, and made up his mind that he would have to make the opportunity for himself.

It really wouldn't be very difficult. He could always just have Rocky make her call him up at the beginning of her next session and invite him over for a blow job. He preferred, however, to remain anonymous. Instead, he figured he would have her drive to a nearby motel and leave a sign on her door that said Free blow jobs, come on in! Rocky could then have her lock in a ring gag, blindfold herself, and tie herself to a chair. Mark could take down the sign, lock the door, and fuck her throat to his heart's content without her having any idea it was him.

Once he decided to cross the line of fucking Linda himself, a whole new set of ideas presented themselves to him. He could set up glory holes to fuck her through. He could have her blindfold herself in mostly-deserted places and call out to strangers for sex. He could simply have her blindfold herself in her own home and get fucked by a supposed-burglar who happened to break-in.

Mark did make sure that he didn't get carried away. He had seen first-hand what an uncontrolled libido could do to a person. Linda's libido had very nearly ruined her life! No, he would be careful, and he would be the one who got to stay in control, while Linda was the one who would continue to get fucked.