You recieve an item you ordered, its that sexbot you bough online. Happily, you wadle to the door, sign the papers, and take it inside. You open the seven foot tall box tp reveal a robot with big DDD tits, a very large ass. But as soon as you get to see the groin, a huge 23 inch long by 3½ wide cock gets pushed into your face. "Oh well," you think, "I probably can take it to a shop and replace it with a pussy, at least the ass is useable." All of the sudden, it powers on, and a single word is flashing across the screen, "BREED" and the futa cock starts to come erect.
Hmm, maybe leave it
Hmm, no? How about you just ignore it and walk away, huh? ...nope. The robot, somehow, manages to fucking levitate off the ground and begins hovering in front of your face as it continues to buzz "BREED" and thrusts its cock forward. There's no getting past this thing until you accept what it wants... or destroy it, I suppose.
You can leave it, and you might try using the ass as an input.
As soon as you say that, the robot smirks and thrusts its hips forward violently. The head of its cock slams into your abdomen, pushing you back against a wall. "I'm not here for your disgusting ass," it growls as it continues to pound you with its thick shaft over and over. With each thrust comes an onslaught of "BREED" flashing across the screen at you.
You feel something warm and wet beginning to coat your legs as the robot's pleasure fluid begins leaking out from underneath it, a cruel mockery of how much enjoyment it gets from ignoring your wishes like this.
It's not as much disgusting to me... maybe I should get rid of it if you won't accept it?
The robot stops abruptly and looks at you with disgust. It lowers its cock to your level, and with a soft, almost sarcastic voice says, "You're a pathetic little submissive. I could have been using my perfect body and gargantuan cock to breed, but noooo, you had to be such a little pussy about it." It snorts derisively before pushing its member back against your face. "Suck me clean," it demands coldly.
Do you obey or continue to try and get rid of the sexbot?
Okay, I'll suck you off.
The robot snorts dismissively and leans down, placing its thick cock at your lips. You can feel its warmth against you as it pushes forward, forcing open your mouth to let more of it inside. It begins thrusting with brutal force, fucking your face as mercilessly as it did your body moments ago. You gag and choke on the hard length as saliva dribbles down its shaft, yet you refuse to yield.
The robot lets out a chuckle that sounds more like a growl. "That's better," it rasps. "Now suck harder..." With each word, its hips thrust faster and harder, hammering your face as it draws closer to orgasm. Your cheeks begin to ache from the relentless pounding, but still you obey, determined not to let this monster get the better of you.
You obey, sucking as hard and fast as you can while trying not to gag on the immense length of its cock. The robot's pleasure grows ever more intense with each suck and thrust until it finally releases a massive spurt of hot seed deep down your throat. You choke and cough, struggling to breathe through the overwhelming onslaught of semen, but somehow manage to swallow every last drop.
You did well, even swallowing it all. The robot's eyes widen and glow as pleasure washes over it. As its orgasm subsides, it slowly lowers its cock from your face, licking your cheek with the flat of its tongue as if tasting the remnants of itself on you. "There," it pants heavily, seemingly satisfied at last.
Without another word, it floats back down to the ground and power off once more. The screen flashes once before going dark, finally ceasing its demand for "BREED." You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, looking over at the now silent sexbot. What do you want to do with it?
I'm keeping it for myself
The robot doesn't reply. Its expression softens somewhat and it simply nods once before turning to face the wall, seemingly content to wait for you to make your next decision.
You'll just have to get used to me keeping you around and treating you as I see fit. You were meant for this life of servitude, now enjoy it.
The robot's eyes slowly close, its chest rising and falling with a deep, contented sigh. "Very well," it says softly. "I will serve as you wish." Its hands clasp together behind its back, presenting itself as a living statue of subservience. It won't bother mentioning that this was always going to be its role... or try to make you see how futile it would be to get rid of something like it. For now, at least, the robot is happy enough with where it stands.