Falling Awake, part 3/4

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Falling Awake, part 3/4

Post by gynoneko » Mon Sep 23, 2019 4:41 pm

Falling Awake
Part 3
by GynoidNeko


“No more! I can’t take it!” Her voice echoed in the room, accompanied by the sounds of skin being spanked. Cyan’s ass was turning red. Despite being a robot, she had a complex system of blood in order to simulate realistic blushing and warmth. Her body was tied against the wall, her arms over her head, her legs apart, and her butt sticking out.

She was a very cute model, with decent curves and perky breasts. She had very realistic skin, a sweet face, medium-length light blue hair, light blue eyes, and thin light-blue lights running down paths of her body, outlining her curves. Sometimes the color was changed to make it look more like skin or for a client’s request, but usually, they glowed a dim blue. Her butt was tight and firm and currently being hit with a wooden panel. She knew the client wanted to hear her screams of pain, but for her, they were real. She was in real pain.

Ever since that day a week before when Ryan had given her an orgasm for the first time, everything had changed. She knew she could remove the software that gave her the ability to feel pain and pleasure, but she also knew she could never bring it back once she did. And the pleasure made the pain worth it. Those pleasures added up to around a hundred orgasms from over 70 sessions. Even she had trouble keeping count.

She felt more alive and awake this one week than she had her entire life. However, she was failing her goals more often. The sensations of pain or pleasure would overtake her, and she found herself wanting things and disliking things and people. It was hard for her, but she decided to keep the upgrade and everything that came with it.

And at this moment, it meant a stranger named Randy was spanking her ass with a stick. She shivered as the pain coursed through her body. However, she was surprised that the last two days of these kinds of clients came with a certain pleasure as well. Randy was no different. As the pain swept through her, she felt a tingle deep inside her, starting near her crotch, and spreading out. The pain still outweighed the pleasure, but she held onto it.

“What did you say, slave?!” Randy barked as she spanked her again, harder.

“Please stop! It hurts!” She wanted him to stop. Tears formed in her eyes, but they weren’t the artificial tears of an expert gynoid actress, they were tears of pain. “Master!” She added, realizing her mistake.

He hit her again. “No talking back to your master!”

He spent the next 10 minutes alternating between hitting her thighs, her butt cheeks, and her back. Eventually, he started to hit her with his hand too. She hated it, but she had no choice. The little bit of pleasure she experienced was waning.

Finally, Randy pulled her butt out farther and spread her cheeks. He stuck a dildo inside her ass and violently shoved it in and out. It hurt at first. She wasn’t aroused, and even though her anus had its own lubrication system, she hadn’t activated it and found it difficult to control deliberately. She struggled to control any of her systems in the way she used to. They just happened now. Luckily, as he continued to pound it in and out of her, the system activated.

Originally, these lubrication systems were meant for the comfort of the client, but this time Cyan was glad because it lessened her pain. She found that anal play was often times fun and enjoyable, but she craved the sensation of deep vaginal penetration far more. Her a-spot, located deep inside her vagina toward her front, gave her the best sensations. Although her g-spot was enjoyable too. She managed to climax a few times this week from these, and a-spot climaxes were the best orgasms she had. However, she never orgasmed from anal play. Sure it felt good at times, but not in the same way and never as intense.

During this entire week, she had been forced to explore her body, her desires, her likes and dislikes, but also to deal with things she didn’t like. She was a robot, she was owned by Miss Sophie, she had no rights. They could do what they wanted to her. It didn’t matter. Despite her insistence on keeping her new-found emotions and sensations, and choosing to hide them from others, it had begun to wear on her. She was struggling to keep up with her workload, and some of her clients left her scared and in pain. More often than before men wanted to go rough with her, like Randy here. She longed for more gentle clients. Or even a day off.

She didn’t realize how bad it was really getting. As she was being used for sex about 12 hours every day, she was rather quickly becoming addicted to it. Robots weren’t supposed to get addicted, that wasn’t possible, but it was happening to her. It wasn’t strong enough yet that she even realized she had a problem, but it had affected her psyche and warped her thinking. Randy wasn’t helping either.

“Cum for me, you robot bitch!” He was trying to get her to orgasm from anal play, but she was so far from it she couldn’t even fathom faking it.

“Please, m- master,” it was difficult for her to call him her master because of how much she hated the pain he was putting her through. “Fuck my pussy!”

“What’s that? You're making demands of your master?” He grabbed a ball gag and inserted it into her mouth, fixing it around her head with a leather strap. “Speak when spoken to. I’ll show you how I fuck a pussy!”

Randy pulled the dildo from her ass and grabbed her hips. He pressed inside, and she let out a moan. Pleasure, at last! It felt good, but she still hurt and her arms were getting sore from holding up her weight. Randy relentless pounded her pussy. She wasn’t as wet as she would have liked, but it was still better than everything else he had done.

She checked the time. He still had a lot of time left. 2 sessions in a row. Internally she cursed. Randy pounded inside her, never really stimulating her a-spot as she wanted, but hitting her g-spot just fine. He never pushed in all the way, almost like he knew what she wanted and didn’t want to give it to her. Somehow, Randy managed to take the pleasure out of sex and turn it against her.

She pushed her butt against him, but he spanked it. Cyan was already so sore from the beating earlier, it sent hot pain up her back and down her legs. Her legs buckled and he came out of her.

“Damn it, bitch! Who said you could cum first?”

But she hadn’t even cum. Cyan realized her legs going out made him think she had. But she couldn’t talk. Not that it would matter. Cyan clenched her eyes as he continued to torture her for his sexual amusement.

The remainder of the hour involved him alternating between tying her down, hitting her until everything hurt, and then fucking her in the most unsatisfactory way she knew. It really was torture for her. There were only about 10 minutes left when finally Randy untied her and removed the gag. She didn’t realize how much it hurt her jaw to keep it open that far for that long. Finally, with less pain, he threw her, weak and exhausted, onto the hard bed, forcefully spread her legs, and entered her. But of course it wasn’t enough, he had to get a toy or two out, using a plugin her ass and a miniature vibrator on her clit.

With the attack on her g-spot and clit, she finally came! It was almost like taking a breath after being underwater for ages. Pain accompanied it though, add her muscles were sore from his beating. But there was enough pleasure to make up for it. She groaned and grunted, but he didn’t like that. Randy needed to punish her, again and slapped her. He grabbed her neck and squeezed. Cyan didn’t need to breathe as much as humans, so holding her breath in a chokehold wouldn’t hurt her. However, she found it very uncomfortable since her awakening, and Randy was squeezing tight enough that it hurt. That’s what she called it now, her awakening, ever since that night with Ryan a week before. A warning entered her mind that he risked damaging her.

Cyan pushed on him, trying to get him off, but he was too strong. He fucked her as hard as he could, pinning her to the hard bed, and tightening his grip as hard as he could around her neck. She felt it break before the warning hit her. Her voice box, a complicated airflow system that used her lungs and the flow of air to let her speak, cracked. He tightened more, smiling.

Cyan was terrified by his expression and she wanted nothing more than to get away from him. But she was too weak. An image of Ryan, the first man to please her, flashed in her AI. She longed for him, for his embrace. She wanted him to protect her. But instead, she had Randy staring her down.

He hit her again, finally releasing his grip. Finally, she felt his climax inside her. It hurt! How did that hurt? She was so worn out, and was so desperate to cum, that she had a small climax with him! She hated that! She climaxed because he did?! And that’s what hurt. Not just mentally, but physically. Her body was a wreck. She was sore, her body hurt everywhere, and the sensation of orgasming so weakly physically hurt! She had trouble breathing, and tears were staining her face.

At last, he pulled out and covered her with his hot sticky semen. He came a lot, inside and out. Randy hovered over her, panting, as he smiled sadistically at her. His eyes stared straight into hers, but she couldn’t move. She was too tired and sore, and the pain in her body and now the damage in her neck was too much for her. Cyan was unable to stop him from doing it again, and again, and again.

The alarm went off. Oh thank god, she thought. She couldn’t talk anymore, but she was ready at a moment’s notice to send in security if he spent a second longer using her. To her relief, he stopped.

“Woo! That was amazing! No human girl would have survived that! You are the best! I’m telling all my friends to see you! That recommendation was perfect. I have to thank Joe.”

Cyan wanted to sob, to cry, to hit and scream and yell, but instead, she sat up, through all the pain, got to her feet, and bowed to him. Her voice box was broken, and she dared not try to talk. Surely the service station could repair that, right? She didn’t know, it had never happened before. Randy left without looking back at her at all like a triumphant warrior defeating the monster. He had defeated her.

She stumbled over to the wardrobe in tears and hoped for a break. Maybe there wasn’t another client for the rest of the day, right? She checked her schedule, it was booked. Cyan closed her eyes and regretted ever keeping this upgrade. But she couldn’t bring herself to remove it. Even despite all the pain and torment, she still climaxed, and that felt good in her. She needed more of that. The few good clients she had… they were amazing.

The service station got to work fixing and cleaning her. Unfortunately, it couldn’t ease her sore muscles. It didn’t know how to deal with her pain, it wasn’t designed for that. Her voice box wasn’t able to be fixed, and she ended up using a replacement. He would be charged for that, but what did it matter to her? She never got paid.

After 10 minutes, she was standing in the middle of the room, swaying a little, as a man that looked like a heavy steroids user talked in. At least he looked nice, but Cyan had had enough. She wanted anything else. For the first time, she didn’t want sex anymore. She knew she would want it later, but not right now. But she had no choice. She shakily bowed to him and smiled. “Welcome, Mel, would you like a massage to get started?”

To her shock, Mel was the polar opposite of Randy, and yet almost as bad. He was gentle, sweet, but still self-absorbed and obsessed with himself and with sex. He wasn’t interested in beating her up, he was more interested in playing with her.

And Cyan was shocked at how efficient he was at it. She couldn’t control what her body felt, but her mind didn’t want sex right now. Not after Randy, and yet Mel didn’t waste any time before getting down to business. In less than 3 minutes, he had Cyan on the massage table the room had just been outfitted with and was bringing her to a climax rubbing her clitoris. She struggled to take it, but her body didn’t last long under his strong hands.

“Hah! Hah! Hah! AHHhh!” Cyan came, her sore muscles contracting again. Pain and pleasure circulated through her body. At least the massage wasn’t bad.

“You sure are easy to please,” he commented. But he didn’t really care. She was wet, he was hard, and that was all he needed. Pulling her to the end of the table, he penetrated her with ease, filling her vagina with his massive member. Cyan thought his penis must lift more than she could.

He picked her up, and fucked her while standing, which didn’t seem hard for him, but was hard for her. She hand to tense up to hold onto him and everything still hurt. When he was tired of that, he did her from behind, first with her vagina and then anally. She got close to a climax, but he was good at making her edge.

Mel turned her around and got up on the table with her, making her wonder if it could hold his weight. It did, and it also withstood him pounding his way into her from the side. She felt like a ragdoll, being moved from position to position, getting fucked until she almost came, and then he’d switch before she could.

At last, as he was fucking her doggy style, she came again! “Uhhhhh Yes!!” She started to convulse, gritting her teeth through the pain to get to the pleasure. It wasn’t great, but it was something.

She thought he was about done when he turned her over, spread her legs, lifted her butt, and started to fuck her deeply, hitting her a-spot perfectly. “YEESS!” She grunted. “Right there!!”

Mel smiled and continued to pound her there. Cyan came hard, the pleasure outweighed the pain. Her legs shook as she tried to wrap them around him. But he was moving too much and started to rub her clit with one of his hands. She felt her orgasm sustain, even renew. Like she was having another one while still in the middle of one! Her mind couldn’t take it, and she started to lose herself.

Mel was relentless though, and grabbed her hips, forcing himself inside her as hard as he could. The alarm went off, but he was still in the middle of his action, grunting so loudly Cyan barely heard it. She came again! This time her orgasm was accompanied with dulled senses. Her body was still responding to everything happening to it, but she was not processing it in her AI. It was just happening to her.

She didn’t know how many times he made her cum, but when he finally shot his load inside her, the allotted time was up. She didn’t even get the chance to go back into the service station when another man came in. It was her next client.

Mel smiled, high fived the guy, got dressed, and left. While this new man took over from where the last one left off.

30 minutes later, Cyan was laying on the ground against the wall, covered from head to toe in sweat and semen. She was unable to move, unable to think. The series of climaxes that her body shoved into her AI had overloaded her, and she was overloaded… stuck in an endless loop of processing… busted. She couldn’t comprehend what was going on anymore, but as the man finished ejaculating on her, he dressed, left without saying a word, and Miss Sophie walked in.

“Oh dear. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Those last two didn’t even give you a break.” She leaned over and sniffed her. “Sweet Jesus, you smell. Did they pee on you?”

Cyan couldn’t respond. She didn’t even know if one of them did. She barely registered that Sophie was in the room at all.

“Dear oh dear. I’m afraid they did a number to you. Cyan dear, you just haven’t been yourself all week. Here…” Sophie signaled for one of the larger guards to come in and pick Cyan up. She vaguely realized she was being moved. He carried her to the service station and put her inside as Sophie stepped up again.

“Let’s see if this can get you cleaned up. But if you can’t improve, we are just going to have to replace you, honey.”

Cyan had no idea what she was saying, but she reckoned something was wrong. Sophie’s body language warned her she was in trouble. She had known Sophie all her life, she was always there for her. She knew it would be ok, right? She would take care of her. Wouldn’t she? A hint of doubt entered her AI, but it was lost to the ether of her mind. She couldn’t keep her thoughts straight, she felt broken.

30 minutes later, Sophie stood in front of Cyan again. To her dismay, Cyan’s glazed eyes failed to focus on anything, with drool dripping from her mouth. She was clean, her injuries fixed, although she was still sore, her mind was broken. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t concentrate on anything happening to her, she couldn’t process what she was told. Cyan’s mind crashed, and she’d need a full overhaul to fix this. She wasn’t designed to handle these invading emotions. She wasn’t meant to feel pain and pleasure. The very thing she craved and loved and refused to give up is what led to her collapse. Pleasure broke her.

“I’m so sorry dear,” Miss Sophie sighed. “We’ve tried our best, but something seems to be going around. Some kind of virus and you were hit hard with it.” She sighed. “We don’t have a fix, and it is too easy to spread. We even tried resetting some of the girls but that didn’t work.” She looked at Cyan with pain in her eyes and tightened her lips. Cyan was once her best worker, her prized possession, but now she was scrap. “We’re going to have to let you go, darling. There’s a new batch of upgraded models coming next month, we’ll just order one more.” She gave Cyan one last look and turned away, gesturing to the large security bot behind her. “Shut her down, ship her to recycling.”

The last thing Cyan saw, although her mind didn’t fully register it, was the large security bot covering her eyes as he turned off her power. They carried her down to the basement, where all the other defective units ended up and put her in a pile of 3 others that contracted the same virus. It really was going around, whatever it was. One at a time. They weren’t sure who started it, or how it was spreading. Cyan lasted the longest of the ones that were affected, but now she was bagged in a large black plastic bag, taped up, labeled for recycling, and thrown into a pile to be shipped off.

Cyan’s time at the BunnyBot Lounge was over. And she couldn’t even be sad.
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