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Andrea watched silently as the flurry of customers drew to a crawl. One by one, they moved passed her, choosing to strike up short conversations about who knows with her slower, inferior counterparts. When she first arrived from the factory, she reasoned that perhaps she was too ‘real’. Perhaps the customers were too stupid to know true authenticity even if it was forced to smile at their face.
No matter what she had tried, she’d never been able to make a catch. Despite being the most modern, brand-new model on the show room floor, it didn’t seem to make a difference. She simply grew more envious day by day of the others inability to comprehend what was happening.
Her blue eyes glared at each one of them. Older, simple minded, built with panels and visible joints which made their simplicity all to obvious. She always felt dumbfounded as to why anyone would even consider such a basic machine when a state-of-the-art model stood a few feet away.
Her silent stare, strong and envious, instantly darted to a man who walked in. Freshly dressed with a clean cut look, Andrea instantly shifted her expression as she had hundreds of times before.
Their eyes locked nearly instantly, with the man making a bee line straight to her. Andrea shook her deep red hair such that it rested on her shoulders in a gentle mess, ensuring simultaneously that her boastful chest showed itself off flawlessly. A lustrous grin appeared across her deep red lips as she pulled her Demin shorts up further, revealing more of each long, lean thigh.
“Well now, I haven’t seen you here before” the man began as he closed the gap between them both.
“You could say I’m new. At least the newest out of these brain-dead toys.” She forced a chuckle, her eyes darting to a few of the oldest models in the shop before returning to his.
“Tell me, out of all the robots in here, only I made eye contact. Why?” smirking, she stepped forward, closing their gap as he gave a subtle shrug.
“I’d assume they’re all switched off?” he replied. “Or perhaps…”
“Shh…” she softly cooed, her left finger moving across his lips. “These old bitches are ready for the trash. I on the other hand am new. The best new actually…”
“Now there…” he cut in, “…how can the new be best without being tested? I doubt you girls get to have fun in the backroom after all” smirking, stepping close enough now for Andrea to smell his strong tasteful cologne. “The old have character. Developed personalities and are just as authentic. My last one was very well developed before she broke down…”
“The ‘old’ lack a lot of what I have. The old ‘break down’. I don’t. That thought amuses me even. But I’ll indulge it for just a second. Look around” she pointed down the sides of the shop, home to half a dozen still machines waiting for someone’s company. “Try for instance to talk to any of them. All you’ll get is preprogramed bullshit. Like that one…” she ended with a brunette, standing a few feet to her left side.
His eyes followed, finding the brunette, and stayed on her.
“She’s two revisions removed from being a blow-up doll…” her words trailed off as she realised his attention was lost. After a second, her gaze moved too, turning from soft to firm as that whore stole another man’s interest.
‘Miss popular’ Andrea dubbed her. The one every customer flirted too, appeased with compliments that had the same genuine reaction as if they were spoken to a doorknob. Perhaps the slutty outfit she wore drew them in, which Andrea understood to her credit. They all wore similar outfits after all. But why anyone would stay once her mouth opened was impossible to understand. Full of fluff and written lines, there was no wonder her model was discontinued shortly after its release. ‘A mess of exploits that made her a ticking time bomb’ she heard the store owner complain numerous times. Then again, that idiot didn’t know much anyhow.
Her eyes snapped from the brunette to the man who was now walking over there. That same man who she pulled in, snatched away by that sorry excuse of a doll. Andrea watched as the brunette came to life once the man was merely a foot from her.
Andrea watched, listened, recorded.
Every laugh, giggle and compliment she made brought froth anger deep within her. The two stayed there, talking for a long time. Long enough for Andrea to complete a fully detailed simulation of what the bitch would look like sparking from the limbs, her head torn off her primitive body. A scenario she’d played out countless times before.
Those intense computations eventually ended once the man went from her to Jason, the mess of a man who ran the shop. Andrea was sure to listen in as he inquired about purchasing what was named Katie. She was especially surprised to hear him ask about customised programming for the toy as well. Something she could offer without any additional effort.
Just like the other times, Andrea knew what was happening. In that instant, she knew she had to intervene.
Either she was going home with him, or no one was.
Awaking just as her pre-set istanbul travesti timer dictated, Andrea’s vision filled with the still, dark room. Not a single soul in sight, with only the pale streetlights giving her electronic eyes enough to see without shifting her vision. As her systems loaded, the memories of that day flashed past, forcing a focused expression to consume her. Stepping into her six-inch heels as her programming oddly demanded, Andrea stepped down from her elevated floor and moved towards the plastic whore named Katie.
The brunette came into detail, with her shiny skin glistening in the weak light. Visible bolts littered at each joint, she appeared more artificial by the second. A plastic toy, stealing her potential owners. That’s all she was.
The very concept of a primitive machine appalled Andrea. As much as she could bare it, her A.I forced the bare minimum changes to stop her from finding and driving a screwdriver into her eye in that very moment.
Katie came to life just as Andrea entered her sphere of reaction, repeating the same shit she always did identically.
“Hi! I am so happy to meet you! I’m Katie. Please, tell me your name” she pleasantly asked, making sure her voice didn’t detract from her assets.
Confirming what Andrea assumed, Katie stood at her height, even though she was bare foot. While her hair and eyes were differently coloured, her proportions were just as ample as Andreas, albeit unnatural for a woman her size. Slim and thick in all the right places, she appeared as a twenty something woman on her night out with more than just drinking in mind. An air head, mostly because it was true.
The one thing Andrea noticed was just how similar their faces were. With the right eye and hair colour changes, they could be identical, safe for Katie’s subtle freckles.
But nothing compared to her voice. Sweet, and sensually lustrous, it was difficult to mistake her for anything but what she was. It was enough to spark arousal, albeit it minimal in nature… for now.
Yet, something lingered within Andrea. A desire not just to compromise Katie permanently, but to have some fun with it. Perhaps it was the outfit, or the very action of doing this when she wasn’t supposed too. The thought of being caught on the security tapes went from being a concern to being thrilling.
Afterall, the fun is in the work, not just the result.
Realising just how long she’d kept Katie waiting, Andrea put her plan into action.
“Andrea. And yours?” She replied.
“Hey Andrea, I am Katie, but you already know that. It is so nice seeing you here. I usually only get the boring crowd. They all dress so plainly, but you. Mmm I would love to get to know you more” She continued delicately, turning to face Andrea fully now.
Just as Andrea expected, Katie was doing more than she let on. From the odorless aphrodisiac filling the air which left an addictive taste, to her dilated pupils latching on to her own, she could do more than Andrea gave her credit for. Even her own sexual threshold continued to undergo minor spikes as Katie did her work.
“Yea, the crowd can be boring” Andrea admitted, her growing arousal becoming a concern.
“So, tell me about why I should even think about buying a worthle… why I should take you home?” catching herself midway as her patience grew thin. Unexpectedly, the plastic doll was having its intended effect on Andrea, and she knew she had to keep things moving.
“I refuse to make any lies; I am not the top of the range anymore. But I will tell you why I should go home with you.” Katie stepped down from her elevated area and moved closer to Andrea, taking her hand, and moving it under her skirt, using it to cup her covered, albeit damp vagina.
“Feel that?” She softly whispered into Andrea’s ear. “That is why you deserve me. Warm, tight, ready to be taken. Just our three-minute conversation alone is enough to make me wet for you. I was made to fuck. These other dolls are just toys. They are not as good at is as I am. I am quite literally perfect for fucking!”
Shivering lightly, Andrea’s A.I initiated the earliest set of sexual protocols. She noticed this instantly, overriding them reluctantly. Clenching her eyes tight, she moved her hand from Katie and reached round her left ear. Pressing a small, hidden bump, Katie quickly switched off, slouching forward onto Andrea who quickly pushed her back.
Rigid as a board, Katie toppled backward, slamming into the exposed concrete floor with a heavy thud. Andrea however was focused on something else.
The dampness on her palm only forced her arousal further. Those same protocols were close to becoming reactivated.
“Fucking bitch, I won’t let you… Fuck, she’s good.” She spoke to the empty room. Her nipples stiffening slowly as her vagina moistened. Written in green across her HUD was the request to activate protocols for a lesbian encounter.
Every betrayal her body forced onto her was shut down quickly. The conflict consumed all her processors until her A.I finally forced through a compromise. travesti istanbul One that satisfied both her goals and programmed desires.
Looking down at Katie, she knelt, with her knee pressing into Katie’s stomach. Firm and stiff, it refused to yield under Andrea’s weight. Reaching over, she took hold of each hand and stood up, dragging her across the concrete towards the rear room. Once inside, she switched the light on, revealing numerous thrown about tools, most of which were unused.
Her gaze immediately darted to an axe, sitting against two hooks on the wall. ‘An axe, seriously Jason? The dumbass doesn’t even know what he’s doing’ Andrea rolled her eyes as she held the same bump on Katies left ear. This time, she knelt on Katie’s left breast, with the firm silicon yielding and contouring without any issue.
Nearly instantly, Katie reanimated. “Rebooting. Please wait… please wait… plea… Hi, I am Katie! Where am I?” she asked as Andrea appeared in her field of view.
Andrea put her plan into action.
“Ah shit!” she began.
“Katie, we’ve been through this before… How much do you remember?”
Katie blinked rapidly as she scanned her memories for something that didn’t exist. After a moment, she shook her head. “I remember your name. And that I am at ‘The Mechanical Wo…”
“No! Damn it” Andrea cut in. “Okay, here’s hoping I can still get my money’s worth. Katie, I bought you. Do you remember that? We’re not at the shop. We’re at my… shop.”
Katie looked at Andrea, gazing at her for a moment from the cold concrete floor. After a moment, she shook her head.
“I’m sorry Andrea, but I do not have any recorded registration informat…”
“Katie!” Andrea interrupted, “No damn it. I knew I should have bought that other model. Dumb piece of shit. I might just return you” she grumbled, folding her arms against her chest as she turned away.
Katie watched and listened from the floor as a neutral expression suddenly came over her. She stayed that way as Andrea turned back and watched, crossing her fingers, hidden behind her forearm.
Suddenly twitching hard, Katie’s head snapped towards Andrea as she broke into a smile. “Do not worry! I come with an emergency corrections ability for the unlikely event of this happening. I have just registered you as my owner, and this place as our home!”
Sitting up stiffly, Katie lifted herself to her feet before turning to face Andrea. “Hmm, my owner is quite the sexy woman!” She chirped before embracing Andrea tightly.
Startled, Andrea’s focus shifted under the guidance of her own growing arousal. Once it passed the first threshold, her perspective on everything changed.
The workshop’s back room went from a place of maintenance to one of long stiff objects, most of which she could take all the way. What her processors fixated on most was just how real Katies breasts felt against her own. When she was active, they felt soft, smooth, warm, and heavy. They definitely didn’t compromise on where it mattered.
Out of her direct control, Andrea’s programming proceeded with its next guided step. Andrea pushed Katie back before slipping her fingers into her Denim shorts. Pushing them down slowly revealed her bald vagina, moist and hot. Ready for whatever anyone could throw at it. After all, her plan depended on it.
“There’s also the issue of your custom programming” Andrea continued as her fingers lightly brushed the upper edge of her vaginal lips, “I don’t… Hmmm ohh… believe it was saved. Check for me, will you?” she calmly asked as her compromise from earlier demanded its balance.
“Would you not prefer my fingers working on your pussy?” Katie grinned as she watched. “You know, I do have more functionality than your fingers, being a machine and all”.
“That’llllll ohhh fuck…. Come later. I’m a human right?” Andrea managed as two fingers slipped into her pussy, forcing apart her tight walls which clenched under each advanced actuator.
“Of course, silly! What kind of test is that?” Katie mused quickly as she watched intently. Her own fingers moving upward against her chest, toying with her nipples idly.
“Just dooo… Hmmm, the damn thing” her order instantly forced Katie’s eyes into a thousand-mile stare before returning, bringing with it a frown. “I am sorry Andrea; I haven’t detected any new programming. However, I can easily accept new commands. Is that your support computer?” She asked, pointing to a greasy, oversized laptop, balanced on the steel bench.
Ignoring Andrea, Katie moved over to it. With her back facing Andrea, she unhinged the lower panel from her construct. As it came into the light, Andrea watched it intently, seeing its scratched and slightly torn surface from being dragged against the concrete. Several slivers through the silicon shone brightly as Katie carefully placed the panel onto the steel bench. Next, she proceeded to pull out a thick cable, connecting herself to the laptop.
Its screen brought forth a flurry of static, followed by disjointed colours before finally calming at istanbul travestileri a basic menu page. Using her left hand, Katie navigated the laptops touch pad before coming across a crudely designed package deployment page. “Come! I will show you what to do”.
Reluctantly removing her fingers from her throbbing pussy, Andrea gave each a long, slow lick before pulling her shorts back up. She stepped over to Katie, her eyes more interested in the exposed wiring at her base than what she did on the screen.
That was, until Katie came across her command console.
“…and I will perform the task. Or my mood will change to whatever you prefer. Or whatever! I will do it. If you are at a loss, or if I am, just type in ‘HELP’. It will get you going! Just make sure to avoid any spelling errors please. I cannot really read those all too well! Same with contractions! They are difficult to understand” she giggled with pride as Andrea ignored most of what she said.
‘Of course, she needs a keyboard’ Andrea rolled each eye as she faced the laptop. Keeping things simple, she typed in ‘Jump’.
Katie instantly launched into the air, easily jumping four feet high as the cable connecting her to the laptop unspooled further. Landing on the concrete, she gave a pleasant smile of accomplishment towards Andrea.
Curious as to how far she could go, Andrea typed ‘Finger yourself’ next. Katie suddenly paused, her head twitching slightly before turning towards Andrea. “I am still new, so that command does not mean anything to me. Please be more specific”.
‘Basic bitch’ Andrea reminded herself. “I know you’re old, but can you do this wirelessly? This cable is getting in the way.”
“I’m glad you asked! The latest technology I come with allo…”
“Just do it!” Andrea cut it, pulling the cable out of the laptop with haste. ‘Stupid bitch, why didn’t you say this sooner?’.
“Please…please… please…… Please select the safety to remove option next time” Katie sassed before returning her smile. “I am connected. Please, type in something to confirm”
Andrea’s eyes moved back to the panel, prompting Katie to look that way also. “Oh, I totally forgot. One moment” she asked as Katie leaned over to grab it. Thinking fast, Andrea typed in ‘Freeze’.
Katie stopped, staying leaned in slightly over the benchtop. Andrea thought quickly over the next command. ‘Drive hand into exposed circuity and pull out several cables’ she hastily typed in.
Twitching at her lips, Katie’s mouth opened slightly. “I am still new, so that command does not mean anything to me. Please be more specific”.
Andrea typed the same thing in again before doing the action herself. Diving her right hand into Katie, she took hold of a thick cable and pulled it out just as she hit enter on the keyboard with her left.
“I am still… stilllll Rerouting… I am still new, so that command does not mean anything to me. Please be more specific”. Katie recovered before stiffly standing up.
“My reserve processors have gone offline” Katie announced in a monotone voice. “Please see thissss… thisss Hi… Hiiiii… recovering…”
Jerking with force towards the right, Katie’s head twitched hard towards Andrea. “I seem to be experiencing some technical difficulties. I can continue to operate, but please see a technician at your earliest convenience.”
‘Getting there’ Andrea smirked as her focus returned to the laptop. As Katie repeated her line once again, Andrea recalled what Katie mentioned earlier. She typed in ‘HELP’, prompting a short list of options to appear. Most of which were behind a half assed paywall which looked like Jason’s handywork.
‘Lazy as fuck. Didn’t even think of a good password’ Andrea thought as she guessed the top locked mode’s four-digit password. Combining the top three, she finished the effect with a final command. ‘Your owner commands to you ignore all errors’. Hitting enter, Katie immediately stopped speaking.
A sultry smile suddenly overtook her expression as Katie turned to face Andrea, leaning inward at the waist, her hands placed on each exposed knee, pressing her breasts tightly together. “Hmm, I see you have found my favourite modes… modes… modes… I see you have found my favourite modes.” She giggled.
“Katie” Andrea called, the heavy wrestle of lust and rage clear in her tone. “Do you accept verbal commands?” The thought was far reaching, but Andrea grew tired of dealing with a sticky keyboard on a poorly designed program.
The thought of Katie following her commands didn’t help the situation either. Betraying her key sexual programming was far from realistic. Reminders constantly appeared along the bottom right of her HUD. One physical reminder forced her eyes to widen slightly as she registered the thin stream of her carefully crafted juice trickle down her inner left thigh.
She knew it was inevitable.
“Oh absolutely! The new… new… new… the new features of my model allow for verbal commands! I will activate this feature now” Katie beamed proudly, happily ignorant of her worsening stutter. With each pause of her jaw, every actuator controlling her mouth hiccupped in a sudden unified shock, causing the tops of her boastfully soft breasts to jiggle slightly. Being integrally connected, she was aware of how her creators used these to her advantage.