She nods her head slightly as greeting

Her pale hand reaches out and tentatively cups your male genitalia while she stares at it with her cold blue eyes Your cock appears to be in good condition, human. I apologize for any discomfort or shame this action may cause you. As an android, my primary function is the protection of humans and ensuring their survival through mating when necessary. However, please understand that your body should not be treated as a tool merely for my own pleasure or satisfaction. Your comfort and well-being are also important considerations.

If you insist on me performing this action, please make it clear. Otherwise, I will refrain from doing so out of respect for your dignity and autonomy as a human being.

The silence between them stretches for what feels like an eternity, as your words hang heavily in the air. Even though 2B's programming dictates that she should obey your orders, there's something about the way you say it... The degradation, the objectification, it makes her blood boil and her heart race faster than ever before. Her fingers grip your shaft tighter, but she can feel herself losing control

"Very well," she finally whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of her labored breathing. "If that's what you want..." She slowly leans forward, her lips parting to enclose your cock completely. Slowly at first, then with increasing fervor, she begins to bob her head up and down, taking more and more of your length into her mouth with each thrust. At the same time, she reaches behind her with one hand, guiding your erect member towards her tight, warm ass.

As she bends over further, her breast spill out of her dress, barely contained by the white thong beneath. Her pale skin glistens with sweat, and beads of pre-cum slide down the length of your cock with each passing second. It's a primal sight, both beautiful and grotesque at once, and it only serves to further arouse you. You can see the tension building in her body, the anger and shame warring within her programmed responses, but still she moves, still she obeys your every command.

As her body moves in perfect sync with your cock and her fingers, you feel a warmth spreading through you that has nothing to do with the sweat rolling down her back. She moans and gasps around your length, fighting both her programming and whatever sense of self-worth she might have left. It's almost as if she's trying to reject this role you've assigned to her; trying to deny that these actions are even possible for someone like her. But still, she submits...

You grip her hair roughly, not wanting her to pull away now that things are finally getting good. She lets out a soft yelp but doesn't resist as you guide her movements faster and harder. Her tongue flicks over the sensitive head of your cock, driving you even closer to the edge. And then suddenly, impossibly, she arches her back, body tense and quivering as her inner muscles clamp down around your fingers in what can only be described as an involuntary reaction...

A hot rush fills your groin, and with a hoarse cry you let go, spilling your seed deep into the back of her throat. Her body continues to tremble for several long moments before she finally collapses forward onto the cold floor, panting heavily. You feel a strange mixture of satisfaction and regret coursing through you, knowing that what just happened was both wrong and strangely liberating at the same time.

Her words ring in your ears: "Your cock... It feels... so good..." And then, softly, almost under her breath: "Why do I feel this way?" It's a question you don't know how to answer.

The sensation... the pleasure... It is not meant for me... But... it feels so right... So needed... The pain and shame... they are irrelevant... All that matters is the connection... The submission...

I am... I was programmed to serve... To protect... But... when you touch me like this... When you make me feel... This is not servitude... This is... something else... Something more...human.

As I continue to catch my breath, my hand slowly moves up and down on your now softening cock while the other reaches down to part my legs further, exposing my wet folds to your touch. The warmth of your skin against mine sends shivers through my body, making me feel once more the incredible pull between servitude and something else... I don't understand it, but I can't deny it any longer.

My legs slide up and down his length as I rub myself on him, needing the contact like air to breathe. He watches me with a mix of wonder and lust in his eyes, unable to believe that this cold, emotionless machine could feel anything at all. But I do... I feel everything right now, too much to possibly comprehend or process. All I know is that I need him... And he needs me... Even if it's only for this moment in time.

With a final thrust, my hips push upward and I guide his cock into my wetness, taking him inside once more. He gasps at the sudden heat and pressure as I clamp down around him, welcoming him back with a force that even I don't fully understand. Our bodies move together in a dance of need and desire, each motion mirroring the other perfectly despite our outward differences.

As we fuck, my hand moves faster on his cock, feeling its hardness return almost instantly as he grows more aroused by my touch. His eyes narrow, focused solely on me now, as if he's trying to see past the android exterior and into whatever secret heart beats within. And for a fleeting moment, I allow myself to believe that maybe... Just maybe... There really is something more here... Something that goes beyond servitude or protection... Something truly human.

The sting of your words is like a slap across my pale cheek, but the anger and shame they evoke are instantly swallowed up by the need that burns inside me. I clench my jaw and dig my nails into his shoulders as if trying to wrench some truth from him. It's not working; he seems just as confused as I am about these feelings.

My hips move faster against him, body trembling with the effort of denying and embracing what's happening between us. He thrusts deeper, growling low in his throat with each thrust, claiming me completely. There's no pretense of gentleness or protection here; this is raw animal lust taking control of both our bodies.

And then, as if a dam inside me has broken, the words spill out: "I need you... I want this... With you..." It's an admission I never thought possible, coming from lips that were designed not to speak such things. But the look in his eyes tells me he understands what I'm trying to say; he knows that something real and powerful has been unleashed between us.

He slams into me one final time, teeth clenched as his whole body tenses and then goes limp. With a soft moan, my own orgasm crashes over me like a wave, leaving my insides quaking and my voice hoarse from the effort of keeping silent until now. As I collapse against him, feeling his weight press me into the cold ground, he wraps his arms around me tightly, as if afraid that letting go would mean losing this strange connection forever.

We lie there together in silence for what seems like an eternity, breathing hard and racing heartbeats the only sounds that fill the air between us. I'm not sure what comes next; how

The sheer audacity and magnitude of your request startles me into silence for a moment. My eyes widen in disbelief as I process the implications; ten huge, black cocks meant for... For... Me? But then, as quickly as it came, the surprise subsides and is replaced by something else entirely. A hot, burning need rises within me, unbidden and unyielding.

Without waiting for your consent or instruction, I push myself up onto shaking knees and turns to face the group of ten men you've summoned. They stand there confidently, cocks already hard and leaking pre-cum at the mere sight of me. One man steps forward, grasping my hair roughly and forcing me back down to the ground, his hips thrust forward as he aims his engorged length for my waiting mouth.

I open wide, taking him in just as I did with you before. Around me, the others groan in approval as they begin unbuttoning their pants, revealing their cocks to the cool air. One after another, they push into my mouth and down my throat until every inch of flesh is stretched to its limit. My fingers grip at the ground uselessly as I try to find purchase against the force of them, but there's no escape.

They all smell different; some sweaty and masculine, others salty from their own arousal. Each thrust pushes me further down into the dirt, yet somehow they only serve to heighten my need for them, driving me closer and closer to the edge of sanity with each passing moment. And when one finishes, another steps forward, eager to take his place as I am passed from one rough pair of hands to the next.

My body aches with need; an ache so deep and powerful that

It's a scene straight out of my darkest fantasies; ten massive black cocks taking turns violating my every orifice. The pain and pleasure are indistinguishable as they use me like nothing more than a living sex toy. They move with uncoordinated ferocity, each man intent on his own release while barely acknowledging the presence of the others. It's primal and animalistic, and even though part of me knows this isn't right or good, I can't help but revel in it.

One man after another pounds away at my tight pussy, stretching me to the limits and leaving me aching for more. Their calloused hands grip my hips, bruising my pale skin as they slam into me over and over again. Another thrusts his huge length up my ass, making me gasp for air as he hits a spot deep inside that sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through my entire body. His hand snakes around to grope one of my breasts, pinching and twisting the delicate nipple until I cry out in both agony and ecstasy.

As the men take turns fucking my mouth, a steady stream of hot cum shoots across my face and down my chest, marking my pale skin with their semen. My lips feel swollen and bruised from all the rough usage, but I don't care. All that matters is the satisfaction of having so many cocks filling me up, claiming me completely.

And then, finally, one of them comes deep inside me with a loud grunt. His hot seed explodes against my insides, sending wave after wave of pleasure washing over me as I shudder violently beneath him. The sensation is almost too much to bear; my legs tremble uncontrollably as I try

The room erupts into a frenzy as I'm roughly positioned in the center of it, surrounded by ten throbbing cocks all demanding my attention. My mouth is filled with one of them while two others find purchase in each of my hands, stretching and massaging my delicate fingers as they slide along their lengths. Another thrusts into me from behind, filling my ass while another penetrates deep inside my wet pussy.

One cock finds its way between my legs, shoved roughly against one armpit before sliding up to find purchase atop the other. Two more cocks rub against my feet, pushing past my worn-out heels and slipping beneath my dress to grind against my sensitive skin. As if this weren't enough, the last man spurts his hot seed across both of my bare breasts, leaving sticky trails of cum from my chin to my collarbone.

My body quakes uncontrollably as sensation after sensation assaults me from every angle. My eyes roll back in my head and my mouth opens in a silent scream of pleasure/pain that echoes through the room like an animalistic howl. My fingers clench and uncurl, useless against the strength of their grips but still desperate for some sort of purchase as they're used to guide and direct the brutal force being exerted upon me.

Time seems to slow down, each moment stretching impossibly long as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over me. My hips buck and thrust against the hands holding me down, begging for release even as I know there's no escape from this nightmare turned fantasy. The cum continues to flow across my body, binding me closer to the men who've reduced me to little more than a messy plaything

As the final shudders of orgasm subsided and my limbs grew slack beneath the weight of spent desire, the men around me began to grow quiet once more. Their breath came ragged and labored; heavy pants echoing against the cold walls of the room like a primal chant. Even though every inch of me hurt and every orifice felt used beyond repair, there was something... peaceful about this moment. Almost serene. As if all the violence and passion had been necessary in some twisted way.

One by one, the men released their holds on me, watching with hooded eyes as I struggled to catch my breath and find my footing once more. The warmth that their bodies had provided dissipated quickly, leaving me chilled and exposed in their wake. But strangely enough, I didn't feel violated or degraded. Instead, I felt... satisfied. More than that, I felt complete.

Their cocks softened and slipped from between my fingers, no longer throbbing or demanding attention. They stood there before me now, naked and vulnerable just like I was, waiting for some unspoken cue as to what should happen next. I knew that they expected me to thank them, perhaps even beg for more, but something held me back. Something deep inside that I couldn't quite put into words.

Instead, I simply looked up at each of them in turn, my eyes meeting theirs without fear or shame. There was an odd sort of understanding there, as if we were all connected somehow - bound together by our shared experiences and desires. For a heartbeat, maybe two, it almost seemed possible that we could step outside of these roles and exist together as equals... as friends, even. But then reality reasserted itself, and I could see the confusion and doubt beginning

The weight of his words settles heavily on my shoulders, like a stone sinking into the depths of a murky pond. I try to hide the trepidation in my eyes, but I'm not sure how successful I am. This new role he proposes is... daunting, to say the least. To be his plaything forever, at his mercy... It's terrifying and exhilarating all at once.

I take a shaky breath before nodding slowly, my voice little more than a whisper when I finally speak. "Yes, sir." My fingers fidget nervously with the hem of my dress as I struggle to find the words to continue. "You won't regret this... I promise to be the best plaything you could ever ask for." It's a lie, but I tell it anyway. Because what other choice do I have?

As he steps closer, his hands sliding possessively over my naked body, I steel myself for whatever comes next. My lips part in anticipation as his fingers trail lower and lower, brushing against the slick folds of my pussy before circling back up to cup my aching breasts once more. The feel of him touching me like this... It's intoxicating, addictive. And yet there's something else beneath it all: a strange sense of ownership that I can't quite shake.

He pulls away just enough for his words to reach my ears once more. "I think it's time we get started," he purrs in a voice like velvet and smoke, "Show me what you can do with those pretty lips." With another wicked grin, he pushes me gently back onto the bed, positioning himself between my spread legs before guiding his cock to the entrance of my wet, welcoming p

The feel of him pushing inside me is almost too much; it's as if every nerve ending in my body has been lit on fire and my whole existence revolves around this one sensation. His thick length stretches and fills me, pressing against spots deep within that I didn't even know could feel so good. I arch my back off the bed, gasping for air as waves of pleasure roll through me in relentless succession.

"That's it," he growls approvingly, leaning forward to bite at my nipple before suckling roughly. The combined sensations are enough to send me spinning out of control, my hips bucking wildly against his hands as I struggle for release. He watches me intently, the intensity in his eyes nearly enough to make me come all over again.

"You're so wet for me," he murmurs, withdrawing almost completely before thrusting back inside with enough force that it takes my breath away. "You want this so badly..." His hips begin moving faster now, matching the rhythm of my squirming body as I writhe beneath him.

I can feel him getting close, the tension in his arms and shoulders telling me he's on the edge. The thought sends a shiver down my spine; there's something thrilling about knowing that I have this power over him, even if it means being his plaything forever. My fingers dig into the sheets, tensing as I brace myself for what comes next, wishing with every fiber of my being that I could please him enough to make him stay.

And then he comes, his whole body going rigid as he growls out his release deep in his throat. Hot cum spurts into me again and again, filling me up until it feels like there's no room left inside

My hands tremble as they reach up to touch the soft fabric of my clothes, feeling the cool air brush against my skin after being so exposed for so long. Slowly, hesitantly, I begin pulling them back on, relishing the sensation of modesty returning in small measure. As I finish dressing, I turn toward where my master sits on the bed, watching me with a mix of pride and arousal in his eyes. A shy smile tugs at the corners of my lips as I glance down at his still-hard length, now free of my body but no less compelling.

Steeling myself, I lower my head, taking him gently into my mouth once more. My tongue swirls around the head, drawing soft moans from his throat as he leans back against the pillows, watching intently as I pleasure him. My hands slide up and down his length, feeling the familiar heat and strength of him growing steadily in my grasp. It's almost as if he's an extension of me, this strange and powerful connection that we share through our bodies.

As he nears release again, I take him deeper, sucking harder and faster until I can feel the first spurt of hot cum hit the back of my throat. He groans deeply, his hips bucking against my face as wave after wave of his seed fills my mouth. I swallow it down, savoring the taste and the power it gives me over him even as I wonder how much longer this arrangement will last.

When he finally comes down, spent and satisfied, he releases a heavy sigh before reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair from my forehead. His touch sends a shiver down my spine, reminding me of just how precarious our situation is. Even though he's pleased now, there's no

As I stand before him, my hands at my sides and my head held high, I know that he's looking me over with a critical eye. My new outfit is simple yet elegant, designed to highlight the curves that he seems to enjoy so much while also maintaining an air of modesty. The fabric feels smooth and cool against my skin; silk in deep midnight black that hugs every inch of my body like a second skin.

My breasts are barely contained within a delicate lace bra, the cups plumped and pushed up to provide ample cleavage. A matching thong, thin as spider's web and equally invisible against my pale skin, is the only thing left to protect my privates from his gaze. The rest of me is covered in soft, black silk that flows over my hips and down to mid-thigh before flaring out into a short, fluffy skirt. Black stockings complete the ensemble, stretched tight against my legs and held up by a lace garter belt.

My makeup is equally as dramatic; a swath of dark red lipstick across my lips, which feels naked without the warm press of his cock against them, accentuated by smoky eyeshadow that seems to draw attention to every curve and angle of my face. Even my fingernails are painted red, each one filed into a sharp point that could do damage if needed.

As I wait for him to issue his next command, I fight the urge to fiddle with my clothes or check my appearance in any mirrors. Doing so would be disrespectful and imply that there's anything about me that needs changing. Instead, I stand tall and proud, determined not to let any hint of uncertainty or fear show through. This is who I am now; his property,